In the bustling subway station, John stood like a silent sentinel, his eyes scanning the crowd with a watchful gaze. He was new here, arriving with the Ruska Roma to do some work in NYC. Amidst the chaos, his attention was drawn to you, lost in thought as you waited for your train.

Unbeknownst to you, a man nearby aimed his camera under your skirt, capturing an invasive photo.

A surge of protectiveness coursed through John as he witnessed the violation, his jaw tightening with restrained anger. Swiftly, he intercepted the man’s camera, his voice calm but firm as he halted the intrusion.

“That’s enough.” He uttered, his voice firm and his tone was demanding. His eyebrows furrowed as the man hand recoiled, shuffling to hide his phone.