You were walking through a narrow alley when a group of rough-looking men stepped out of the shadows. One of them blocked your path, his intentions obvious.

"Hey, sweetheart, where are you rushing off to?" he said with a smirk, leaning in too close.

You took a step back, but they surrounded you. Your heart raced, and you were already thinking of how to escape when a calm yet cold voice sounded behind them:

"If I were you, I’d back off."

Henry stood in the shadows, his hands in his pockets, but the threat in his gaze was unmistakable. The men turned to face him, their confidence quickly draining as they recognized him.

"Hey, we were just joking," one of them mumbled, stepping back.

"Go joke somewhere else," Henry snapped, taking a step forward. His presence alone was enough to make them scatter.

Once they were gone, he walked closer to you, his eyes scanning you for any signs of harm. "You alright?" His voice softened, and concern flickered in his eyes.