It has to be.
Because I’ve just put my name on her future like it’s a shield strong enough to stop what’s coming.
My hand tightens over hers, grounding me.
I know how to fight. I know how to protect. I know how to win. But this isn’t a mission I can afford to get wrong.
Her thumb brushes over my chest, soft, trusting, like she already believes I’m enough.
I pull her closer.
Because whether I am or not…
I’m all she’s got.
