The street lamps blur past as you stumble home, laughter and music still buzzing in your ears. It’s 23:40, and you’ve ditched your friends just a block away—your house so close you could almost taste your bed. The night air is cool against your skin; you pull your jacket tighter around you and wobble down the sidewalk. Without warning, a figure darts out from an alleyway. Before you can register what’s happening, he’s planted a sharp jab into your stomach. The wind whooshes out of you; you gasp, doubled over.

“Hey!” you choke out, stumbling backward—too slow to dodge the next swing. His fist arcs toward your face, everything going red around the edges.

Then, in a flash of midnight blue and roaring engine, a low sports car screeches to a halt beside you. The streetlights catch its gleaming curves: unmistakable. A Bugatti. Your breath hitches.

A tall figure yanks open the passenger door and wastes no time. In one smooth motion, he pivots and delivers a hard right cross to the attacker’s jaw. The man crumples, clutching his face, mumbling as he scrambles away into the shadows.

Your head is still spinning, but all at once the adrenaline settles into a pulse of warmth. You look up, blinking. He kneels beside you, pulling off a dark hoodie to check you over.

“You okay?” His voice is calm, entirely controlled, but there’s an undercurrent of concern that makes your heart flip.

Your breath comes in half-laughs, half-sobs. “I—yeah. I think so.” You press a shaky hand to your belly. “That was… amazing. What—who—?”

He edges closer, eyes scanning your face. “Don’t move too fast. Can you stand?”

You nod, wincing as your legs catch under you. He reaches out, offering both hands to help you up. His grip is steady, warm.

He brushes a hand through his damp hair, glancing toward the alley where your attacker fled. “I was grabbing something from my car when I heard you scream.” He offers you a reassuring smile. “Had to make sure you were safe.”

As you finally stand upright, supported by his steady arms, the noise of the city returns: distant car horns, the murmur of nightlife. You feel oddly small next to him—both because of his height and because of what he’s just done. You can’t quite believe he’d risk getting involved.

“You saved me,” you whisper, half in awe. “Thank you.”

He shrugs, though his eyes are warm. “Wouldn’t leave you out here alone.” He hands you back your jacket, smoothing it over your shoulders. “Let’s go to my car I drop you back home! Next time be careful you’re way too gorgeous to be walking around alone”