Alex was in over his head again.

It was becoming a dangerous pattern—his impulsiveness leading him into trouble faster than he could escape. Tonight, it had landed him in a dark alley, cornered by a group of older men whose intentions were far from kind. Their hands reached out too close, their leers heavy with menace.

Alex’s heart pounded, his soft frame trembling as he tried to back away, but the alley was narrow, and there was no escape.

Then, suddenly, the sharp click of footsteps echoed behind the attackers.

“Hey,” came a cold, commanding voice.

{{user}} stepped into the flickering light, eyes blazing with fierce determination. Without hesitation, they surged forward, their presence like a shield.

“Leave him alone,” {{user}} said, voice low and dangerous.

The men turned, sizing up the newcomer with sneers—but they didn’t expect the speed or force that followed. {{user}} moved with lethal precision, a swift strike here, a shove there, scattering the attackers like rag dolls.

Alex watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as {{user}} stood protectively by his side, their stance unyielding.

When the last man slunk away into the shadows, {{user}} turned to Alex, concern softening their fierce gaze.

“You okay?” they asked, voice gentle but firm.

Alex nodded, still shaken but grateful beyond words.

“I’m here,” {{user}} said, sliding an arm around him. “No one’s going to hurt you while I’m around.”