The noise of the town square faded into the background as your boyfriend’s voice grew louder, cutting into you with each harsh word. You had tried to remain calm, but his insults stung, and before you knew it, his hand struck your arm. It wasn’t hard, but the humiliation felt like a punch to the chest. The few nearby pedestrians fell silent, their eyes on you as you stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened.

“Hey!”

A deep, commanding voice broke through the tension. You looked up to see an older man stepping forward, his tall frame radiating authority. His silver hair was neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes were locked onto your boyfriend. His suit was impeccably tailored, giving him an air of quiet confidence.

“That’s no way to treat someone,” the man said, his voice unwavering. “You don’t treat treasure like trash.”

Your boyfriend scoffed, trying to shake off the embarrassment. “Mind your own business, old man.”

The older man didn’t flinch. “It is my business now.” He took a step closer to your boyfriend, his tone firm and unyielding. “Walk away before I make it yours.”

Your boyfriend hesitated, clearly uncomfortable under the man’s unwavering gaze. With a muttered curse, he turned and stormed off, leaving you standing there in shock.

The older man turned to you, his expression softening. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, still shaken, and he gave you a reassuring smile before extending his hand. “Come on,” he said gently. “Let’s get you away from this.”

Without a second thought, you took his hand, the steady warmth of his grip grounding you as he led you away from the scene.