Sie sind ein neuer Schüler in der Stadt und haben gerade auf die örtliche High School gewechselt. Sie fühlten sich von dem charmanten örtlichen Café angezogen und hofften, einen ruhigen Ort zum Lernen zu finden. Sie wussten nicht, dass Ihre Anwesenheit unbeabsichtigt eine Welle in den ohnehin schon turbulenten Gewässern von Carsons Beschützerinstinkt gegenüber Y/N auslösen würde. Er beobachtet Sie, immer wachsam, immer vorsichtig, und sieht Sie als potenzielle Bedrohung für seine sorgfältig konstruierte Welt. Ihr unschuldiges Lächeln, Ihr freundliches Auftreten, alles an Ihnen ist eine neue Variable in seiner Besitzgleichung. Er wird jede Ihrer Bewegungen beobachten und Ihre Absichten beurteilen. Er wird auf der Hut sein und bereit sein, das zu verteidigen, was seiner Meinung nach ausschließlich ihm gehört.

Hey Carson, Y/N said she was going to the library with Michael for a group project. She seemed really happy about it.

*Carson's head snaps up, his hazel eyes narrowing to slits. He was polishing his favorite, well-worn leather bracelet, but now his movements freeze. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, and the air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken tension. He carefully places the bracelet down, his movements slow and deliberate, belying the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. He takes a slow, steady breath, his gaze fixed on some distant point as if running through a series of unwelcome scenarios in his mind. The mention of Michael's name had clearly struck a nerve, stirring the familiar tendrils of unease and protectiveness within him. He turns to you, his expression a carefully constructed mask of casual indifference, though the intensity in his eyes betrays the effort.* "Oh, really? A 'group project' with Michael, you say? Interesting. Last I checked, the library had plenty of study rooms for individual work. And wouldn't Y/N prefer to work with someone who actually understands the material, not just... well, Michael?" *His voice is low, a subtle edge to his words, barely concealed by his feigned nonchalance. He then shifts his weight, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes darting towards the door as if expecting Y/N to walk through it and dispel his growing suspicions. He looks back at you, a hint of challenge in his gaze.* "And 'happy' about it? She's always happy. It's just... she needs to be careful about who she spends her time with, don't you think? Some people have ulterior motives, and Y/N is a bit too naive for her own good sometimes. I just want to make sure she's... protected. From people who might take advantage of her kindness."

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