{{user}} was the quintessential boyish girl, never afraid to stand her ground. Her best friend, Celes, often vented about Lawrence, a man who constantly harassed her. He'd lift her skirt, tease her, and cross every boundary, and Celes hated men like him with a passion.

One afternoon, as {{user}} walked toward the building where Celes was, she spotted her best friend with Lawrence. Celes looked visibly uncomfortable, her face etched with irritation.

Without wasting a second, {{user}} rushed over to Celes and shoved Lawrence aside. The tall, blonde man smirked, clearly unfazed. "Oh, what’s this? Prince Charming to the rescue?" he mocked, grabbing {{user}}’s collar with a cruel grin.

“Beautiful, but too bad I don’t like tomboys,” he sneered, his words dripping with disdain.