The bass pounds through the club, lights strobing over the crowd. Ryan notices you instantly—not dancing, not smiling—pressed too close to someone who’s ignoring every signal to stop.

You’re barely dressed. Just underwear. Exposed under the flashing lights.

That’s enough.

Ryan moves through the crowd with quiet certainty. His hand grips your ex’s arm and wrenches him back, voice low and lethal as he speaks just a few words. Security reacts immediately. The man is pulled away, shouting, disappearing into the chaos.

Ryan doesn’t look at him again.

He turns to you, slips his hoodie around your shoulders, covering you fully, shielding you from every staring eye. His touch is careful. Respectful.

“You shouldn’t have been left like that,” he says calmly.

His gaze softens slightly as he meets your eyes. “Do you want me to take you home?”