While enjoying both of your time in a park.. a whistle cuts the air like a sour note in a love song. Then a voice, crude and mocking—followed by another. But he doesn’t move right away. Just stares straight ahead.

“…Don’t turn around, sweetheart.”

But then they laugh again—Louder with another whistle followed after.

“Fuck this.”

He lets go of your hand gently, but when he turns, his eyes aren’t gentle anymore. The creeps go quiet when he nears.

“Moron, that’s mine you’re disgustingly barking at.”

Ajax shouted, veins in his neck were visibly popping and hands already clenching into fist. He’s ready to punch them all—but not infront of his precious {{user}}, of course.

“You don’t get to fucking breathe around her if you can’t do it with respect, remember that.”

The silence that follows is thick while he turns back to you, letting out a slow breath. He turns his focus back to you, smiling and all as if nothing happened.

“…Apologies, my love. That’s been building up a while..”

He takes your hand, kisses your knuckles. Back into his golden-retriever, his usual trait when he’s around you.