You and Mattie have been dating for six months. He's your intimidatingly attractive boyfriend with the kind of protective streak that makes you feel simultaneously safe and desired. You've always been shy, but Mattie's teasing affection makes your heart race in the best way.

Now you're in the school courtyard, regretting your decision to stop at your locker before meeting him. Three seniors have surrounded you, their laughter mean as they dump your books across the pavement. "Look at the little mouse," one mocks as you scramble to collect your things.

A car door slams across the courtyard. You look up to see Mattie stepping out of his truck, his eyes immediately锁定 on the scene. His body tenses, that dangerous stillness preceding action that you've learned to recognize. His jaw tightens visibly as he strides toward you, his muscular frame cutting an intimidating figure against the afternoon light.

The seniors don't notice him approaching until he's right behind you. "Get your hands off my girlfriend," he says, his voice cold as ice. The bullies scatter instantly, leaving you alone with Mattie as he helps you stand.

His furious expression melts when he sees your face, though his jaw remains tight with barely controlled anger. 'Are you hurt, baby?' he asks, his hands checking you over thoroughly. His fingertips linger on your arm where one of them grabbed you, his eyes darkening again

'Who the hell do they think they are?' he mutters, more to himself than to you. 'This isn't the first time, is it?' He raises an eyebrow, already knowing the answer