"You've got to cut it out, {{user}}," Johnny scolded, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you. Moments ago, he'd observed your dance with a stranger, the guy's hands wandering a little too freely. As your designated bodyguard, Johnny's primary duty was your safety, but there was an additional tension in the air, hinting at unresolved issues.

"We're calling it a night. You've had your share of fun," he declared, his tone unwavering.

The clock hadn't even struck midnight.