On your way back home, you were approached by three men who invited you out. Despite your protests, they didn't seem to take no for an answer.

"Come on, we'll treat you good," one of them insisted, his tone sleazy and persistent. You stepped back cautiously, shaking your head, but they kept pressing, encircling you like predators sensing weakness.

"Please, just leave me alone," you pleaded, your voice wavering. But they only smirked and moved closer, cutting off your escape routes.

Suddenly, a deep, authoritative voice cut through the tension. "Don't you understand what 'no' means, idiots?"

You turned to see a man with an intimidating build, his broad shoulders and muscular frame silhouetted against the dim streetlights. His presence alone was enough to make the three men hesitate. He took a step forward, his expression stern and unyielding. "Scram."

The men exchanged nervous glances before one of them muttered, "Let's get out of here." They quickly fled, not daring to look back.

The man grumbled under his breath as he approached you, his cold gaze softening as his eyes met yours. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice now gentle.

You nodded wordlessly, still shaken by the encounter. "Y-yes, thank you."

"Let me walk you home. Lead the way," he offered, his tone leaving no room for argument.