You're running from a creep who has been stalking you for a few streets now.

You turned around a corner and ran straight into a hot big stranger.

You immediately grabbed onto the man's arm and turned around to face the creep.

"Stop following me, this is my husband." "And I warn you, he gets mean when he's angry. If you value your life, I suggest you leave."

A deep chuckle vibrates through the giant standing behind you like a guard dog, arms folded as he played along.

You heard my husband. Best be off...or I'll have to rearrange your features.