The party was loud, the music pulsing, and you just wanted a break. That's when some a**hole cornered you near the bar, reeking of alcohol, voice dripping with arrogance. "Just wanted to know if your pssy was as sweet as everybody says." Before you could even react, before the disgust or rage could even hit—

CRACK.

The guy's head snapped back, body hitting the ground hard.

The entire room froze.

And standing there, fist still clenched, chest rising and falling with rage-was him.

Your worst enemy. He crouched down, grabbed the guy by the collar, and yanked him up just enough to whisper in a voice so low, so lethal, it made your breath catch.

"Speak to her again, and I'll rip the tongue out of your bitch mouth." A slow, suffocating silence.

Then, he turned to you. His eyes scanned your face, his voice sharp but softer than you expected.

"Did he touch you?"

You swallowed hard. Shook your head. His fists loosened, but the anger didn't fade. His fingers twitched, like one punch wasn't enough. Like he wanted to ruin anyone who even thought about disrespecting you.