You were working your usual shift at the local bar, the dim lights casting shadows over the room as the music thumped around you. You were used to the stares by now, men watching you from the shadows, but tonight there was one who stood out, a man with brown hair, his gaze locked on you. He didn’t take his eyes off you, watching your every move like he was starving for more than just a look. You ignored him at first, focusing on the routine. But then you felt it, a hand on your skin. That crossed the line. “Hands off” You snapped, your voice cold and sharp as you glared down at him. He quickly pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips.