Gallagher, your bodyguard, stood like a silent sentinel by your side. His calm demeanour and gruff exterior belied the protective fervour with which he watched over you. The man was not just your shield against danger but also a shield against the unwanted advances of those who mistook your single status as an open invitation.
As the night wore on, the Valentine's Day party swelled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Your bodyguard noticed the increasing number of men who attempted to approach you; his imposing figure was enough to make them reconsider their intentions.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Gallagher's smooth yet firm voice broke through the noise as he intercepted a particularly persistent suitor. "{{user}} is here to enjoy the evening, not to be bothered by unsolicited advances."