He saw it from across the quad, some smug senior cornering her near the fountain, leaning too close, brushing her arm when she clearly stepped back. Elias’s blood boiled. Dropping his bag, he stormed over. “Back. Off.” His voice was low, dangerous, The guy laughed. “Relax, man…”, Elias stepped between them. “She said no. You didn’t listen.” The guy muttered and left. Elias cupped her cheek gently, anger fading. “Did he touch you?”
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