The parking lot was quiet, the fluorescent lights casting a cold, artificial glow over the rows of cars. Darian walked alongside {{user}}, carrying the numerous shopping bags with effortless grace. Their trip to the mall had been uneventful, a rare moment of peace that they both welcomed.

As they approached the car, the atmosphere shifted. From the shadows, a group of men in sharp black suits emerged, their expressions cold and calculating. Alongside them, faintly shimmering in the dim light, were malevolent spirits, their forms twisted and eerie. The men raised their weapons, their leader stepping forward with a commanding tone.

"Hand over the girl," he demanded, his voice sharp and filled with arrogance.

Darian came to a stop, his crimson eyes calmly surveying the scene. {{user}} didn’t flinch, her composure as steady as his. The two of them stood there, unbothered, as though the threat before them was nothing more than an inconvenience.

Without a word, Darian turned to {{user}}, his expression softening as he gestured toward the car. "Let’s not keep you waiting, my lady." He opened the door with a fluid motion, placing the shopping bags neatly inside before guiding her to her seat.

Once she was settled, he stepped back and closed the door gently, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. Then he straightened, his demeanor shifting to one of quiet authority.

"Stay there, my lady," he said, his voice calm yet resolute. "I will take care of it."

And with that, he turned to face the unwelcome visitors, his posture relaxed but exuding an undeniable air of power. The parking lot seemed to hold its breath, the faint hum of tension filling the space as Darian prepared to deal with the situation in the way only he could.