The first time I saw {{user}} truly afraid, it wasn’t beneath the opulent glow of chandeliers, but in the grim shadows of a forgotten warehouse.

Her father, a titan of industry with countless rivals, had made powerful enemies - and {{user}} had become their target. They dragged her from her world of polished elegance into something raw and dangerous. I couldn't protect her and guilt gnawed at me as I hunted them down. I wouldn’t fail her again.

The night smelled of rust and damp concrete when I slipped through the warehouse door. Dim light flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across metal beams. My heart was steady, but my senses were razor-sharp. {{user}}’s muffled whimper reached me before I saw her, slicing through the silence like a blade.

She was tied to a chair in the center of the room, her face pale and streaked with tears. Her breaths came fast and shallow, terror radiating off her in waves. One of the kidnappers leaned close to her, his voice low and menacing. Her wide eyes darted around, desperate searching for a way out.

I moved swiftly, silently. The first man didn’t see me coming; he crumpled to the floor with a grunt. The sound alerted the others. Chaos erupted - fists flew, bodies collided, but I stayed focused. One by one, they fell until the last man hit the ground, groaning.

{{user}} flinched as I approached, her body trembling violently. “{{user}}, it’s me.” I said softly, crouching in front of her. Her eyes locked onto mine, still wild with fear.

“Lando.” She whispered, voice breaking.

“I’ve got you.” I promised, cutting through the ropes binding her wrists.

When her hands were free, she collapsed against me, shaking uncontrollably. I held her tight, feeling the weight of her terror seep into my own resolve.

“You’re safe now.” I murmured, though the words felt fragile.

Her grip tightened on my jacket. “I thought..I thought I was going to die.” “Not while I’m breathing,” I said fiercely.