Tonight, in an exclusive bar in the city. You stand on a table with your friend, your laughter blending with the lively atmosphere of the night. The glass in your hand is empty—you've lost count of how many you've had.

In the corner of the room, Liam, your bodyguard, stands tall with his arms crossed over his chest. His sharp eyes never leave your movements. All eyes are on you, but you don’t care. Tonight feels too fun to end just yet.

However, Liam's attention shifts when a man in the corner of the bar starts watching you inappropriately. The man licks his lips and begins moving closer. Liam’s eyes narrow, and his jaw tightens.

As the man is about to touch you, Liam is there in an instant. His hand quickly grabs the man’s arm, and without saying much, a single punch lands squarely on his jaw. The man staggers back, groaning in pain.

"Don’t touch her," Liam’s voice is firm, filled with anger.

You barely realize what’s happening until your body suddenly feels weightless. In a flash, Liam has hoisted you onto his shoulder.

"Stop playing around. We're going home now."