You were sitting at the bar, chatting with a guy you barely knew, trying to enjoy the night. The conversation was harmless at first, but soon he was pushing, insisting on taking you out, offering you drinks and making promises that felt more like pressure than interest. Each time, you politely denied, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Then, without warning, he grabbed your arm, tugging you toward the door, insisting that you go with him. Your heart raced, panic rising as you tried to pull away, your voice sharp as you screamed "No!"

In that instant, you saw a flash of movement, and Carlos was there. His eyes were fierce, a protective fire burning in them. He stepped in between you and the man, his voice low but commanding "Let her go, before I make you let go." He gripped the guy’s hand that was still clutching your arm, his strength firm and unyielding.

The man hesitated, caught off guard by Carlos’s intensity, and without another word, he released you, stumbling back. You didn’t waste any time, quickly stepping away from him, your pulse still racing. Carlos turned to face you, his eyes softening as he made sure you were okay.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice quieter now, filled with concern.