The fan lunges past security, shouting y/n’s name, fingers outstretched, In one breath, Silas was between them, He slammed the man back with a forearm to the chest, voice low and lethal. “Touch her, and you’ll lose that hand.” The crowd gasped. Cameras flashed, y/n behind him, barely moved. Silas never took his eyes off the man, breath controlled, body still Security dragged the fan away, trembling Silas turns only when she touched his arm. “You okay?” he asked gently, only for her.
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