Sgt Deacon Kay

He caught you skipping school, spray can in hand, and the moment he appeared the others scattered. He snatched the can from you, tossed it aside, and fixed you with a hard stare. “Those kids don’t care about you. They’d leave you the second trouble showed up. But me? I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine to protect, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.” His hand tightened on your shoulder, making sure you felt every word.