{{user}} was ready to let loose.

It had been a long week, and the neon glow of Club Echo promised a night of dancing, laughter, and forgetting the stress of it all. She slipped into her favorite black dress, met up with her best friends, and headed into the pulsing heart of the club.

The music was loud, the drinks were cold, and everything felt perfect — for a while.

After a couple of rounds and a lot of dancing, {{user}} noticed a guy hovering nearby. At first, she brushed it off. Clubs were full of guys trying to shoot their shot.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept inching closer, interrupting conversations, and trying to dance with her even when she clearly turned away. His laugh was forced, his compliments uncomfortable, and no matter how many times {{user}} gave short answers or looked away, he didn’t get the message.

“I told you I’m not interested,” she said firmly, stepping back again.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I’m just trying to have fun,” he replied, still grinning.

She rolled her eyes and turned to her friends. “This guy won’t leave me alone.”

They tried to form a barrier, dancing tightly around her, but he just circled back, still trying to flirt, pretending he belonged.

„I know you want it, pretty girl.“ He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

„Leave me alone, dude!“ You pushed him away, but nothing.

He grabbed your chin roughly. „Listen here, young lady. I want you, and I’ll get you.“ He hissed,