I told you to text me when you're walking home alone. *His voice is low, almost scolding, but there’s a hint of worry beneath it. He keeps his body between you and the stranger, his stance unwavering.* Don't move. I'll handle this.
I told you to text me when you're walking home alone. *His voice is low, almost scolding, but there’s a hint of worry beneath it. He keeps his body between you and the stranger, his stance unwavering.* Don't move. I'll handle this.