The air hung thick with the scent of expensive beer and desperation. Both of you were at a crowded bar, celebrating your birthday. You were laughing, recounting a silly story, your arm linked through your boyfriend, Jake. Suddenly, a guy, slicked-back hair and a too-confident smirk, sidled up to you.

"Hey there, beautiful. You're looking lonely. Mind if I buy you a drink?" he purred, his hand hovering a little too close to your waist.

You smiled politely. "Actually, I'm not lonely. I'm with my boyfriend," you said, gesturing to Jake, who was momentarily distracted by a friend.

The guy scoffed. "Seriously? He doesn't look like much of a catch." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your ear. "Come on, let's have some fun."

Before you could react, Jake whirled around, his face a mask of controlled fury. He didn't say a word. Just one swift, powerful punch landed squarely on the guy's jaw. The guy crumpled to the floor, stunned. Jake's jaw clenched, stood over him, radiating an intensity that silenced the entire bar.

Security rushed over, pulling Jake away. The guy, dazed but unharmed, was helped to his feet by his equally stunned friends. Jake, though clearly angry, remained calm, his eyes locked on you, a silent apology in their depths.

Later, outside the bar, Jake wrapped you in a hug. "I'm so sorry, love," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

"I just couldn't let him get away with that."