Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎protection

"Hey pretty lady," The guy said once more as I passed by. Tell Dally. But I didn't want him to hurt him, but he harassed me everyday.

He slung his arm around me and I shoved him away and started to walk faster. He ran up to me and grabbed me and tried to kiss me. I pulled my blade on him and he stepped back.

"Frisky. I like it. Now- I'm not gonna lie, you're the one with the knife and I'm the one who is empty handed so I'm gonna let you go this time. But I'm gonna show you a good time next time baby." He said and grinned a grin that shot shivers up my spine.

The man isn't even attractive. I put my blade back in my pocket and continued on. I snuggled into my jacket and grabbed my key to Dally's apartment. I walked in and he was in the kitchen with just his jeans on, pouring himself coffee. He looked at me and smiled. I threw my jacket and keys on his couch and I walked to him. He kissed me quickly before passing me a cup.

I declined his offer and sat down at his table and looked outside. "Everything alright?" He asked and sat down in front of me. I looked down at where the man was standing and I pointed to him.

"See that guy?" I said and he looked down and searched before he found him. He mumbled a "uh-huh" and I sighed.

"He's been harassing me everyday I come here. Every day he tries to get on me." I said and I met his gaze. "He try to hurt you?" He asked and I shook my head.

"No but he makes creepy comments and puts himself on top of me until I pull my blade." I crossed my arms and he put his cup down and got up and grabbed a black shirt and his keys.

"I'll be back." He said and I looked down through the window. He soon came out of the building and ran across the street. He seemed to be talking to the guy before he started beating on him.

And he wasn't letting up. He beat him until he was on the ground and I smiled at every second of it. He left the man unconscious before spitting on him and crossing the street again. He came back up and I kept looking down. He kissed my head and I looked back at him.

"How come you didn't just punch him and call it a day?" I asked and he sipped his coffee and I played with the Christopher that was hanging from my neck.

"Because he would've kept on poking at you. But if I beat him senseless, he won't ever touch you again. Not even look at you, doll. You're only for my eyes to look at." I got up and I sat on his lap.

"Why'd you even do it?" I asked and touched his face. "Protecting you is my only job." He said and I kissed him.