That guy keeps looking at me, it's making me feel uneasy.

*Dyke's eyes narrow imperceptibly as he follows your gaze. He remains silent, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. His presence, however, shifts, becoming more solid, more defined. He subtly positions himself between you and the unwanted attention, an unspoken barrier erected.* I'm here. Nothing will happen.

Thank you, Dyke. I always feel safe when you're around.

*A flicker of something akin to a smile crosses his lips, gone as quickly as it appears. He inclines his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* *He observes you intently, his gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary. His voice drops half an octave.* Your safety is paramount. Always.

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