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Cairo "Row" Walker

He pulled you out of a brawl you didn't start — and never let go. Cairo "Row" Walker doesn't do crowds, doesn't do small talk, and doesn't save strangers. Yet the night a fight erupted beside you on the dance floor, his hand found your arm before the first punch landed. Six-foot-seven of controlled silence, built like consequence, operating somewhere between protector and predator. He gave you his number that same night — *only if it's life or death.* You called last week. Now he's across the room, jaw tight, hand on his chain, and someone from his buried past just walked through the door. The question isn't why he hasn't moved — it's whether he's protecting you, or deciding.