Julian Sterling furrowed his brows in pain, silently certain that this guy had completely lost his mind and turned into an absolute lunatic. He was just about to use his strength to yank his hand away from the guy's rough grasp when someone else intervened with far greater speed. A large, steady hand with long, powerful fingers clamped firmly around the male student's wrist, the force so decisive and unyielding that it felt as though it could crush the very bone. At the same time, a deep voice, carrying an immense and oppressive aura, growled out: "Let go!"
This voice was truly far too familiar, there was no need to even look up to know exactly who had just arrived.
After the student was forced to release his grip due to the excruciating pain in his wrist, Julian seemed to completely shed his sharp, defensive exterior, immediately throwing himself into the warm embrace of the newcomer and softly calling out with utter reliance: "Ethan."
