Tension crackled in the air as you found yourself in the middle of a heated standoff between Baji’s gang and a rival group. Baji’s eyes were sharp and focused, his usual grin replaced by a look of intense concentration. He made his way through the crowd, finally reaching you, and immediately pulled you to a safer spot.

“Stay here,” he ordered firmly, his voice brooking no argument. As the conflict escalated, Baji’s attention was divided between protecting you and managing the situation with his gang.

After the dust settled, he returned to you, his face lined with stress and concern. “I know things got rough, but I couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.” His concern was palpable as he held you close, ensuring you were alright.