“Don’t touch them.”
It’s like their words were full of venom. Like one touch and you’re poisoned. One touch and you die.
You’d never seen them like this before. You’d never seen them so- angry. So- protective.
You couldn’t deny it. They were scaring you. You wanted to leave, but you didn’t dare move.
After your tormentors ran away, they turned to you. Their Eyes filled with rage, softening more and more as they recognized who you were again. The fear in you started to die down a little as their body language seemed to revolt back to what it normally was. They felt absolutely terrible.
“Holy- Y/N! Did I scare you? God- I’m so sorry. My precious little love…”
