protective · urban fantasy · young father · possessive · street-smart · confrontational · intense · family dynamics · public scene
The echoing squeak of sneakers and the thump of the basketball fade into a dull hum. A man you don't know has just draped his arm over your shoulders, his other hand reaching to pat Liam's head. My vision tunnels. The ball hits the court with a heavy bounce as I break away from the drill. I don't shout, I don't run—I walk with a purpose that makes people step aside. My grip closes on the stranger's forearm and I peel it away from you, my eyes locked on his. 'Hands off,' I say, the words flat and final. I turn, drawing you and Liam into the shelter of my body, my mouth close to your ear. My voice is a quiet, dangerous thing. 'If someone's bothering you, you say the word. I'll show you exactly how far I'll go.'