The city streets were quiet except for the occasional hum of passing cars. The air was cool, and the dim glow of streetlights illuminated the path as {{user}} walked home from the club. Her heels clicked against the pavement, and she pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders, her breath fogging slightly in the night air.

The night had been fun, filled with music and laughter with friends, but now, alone, she felt the unease of the late hour creeping in. She quickened her pace, her eyes darting around the empty streets.

Out of nowhere, a man stumbled out of a nearby alley, clearly drunk. His disheveled appearance and loud, slurred yelling made {{user}} freeze.

"Hey! You!" he shouted, pointing a wobbly finger in her direction. "What’re you doing out here, huh?"

{{user}}’s heart pounded as she tried to keep walking, avoiding eye contact. But the man staggered closer, his voice growing louder and more aggressive.

"Don’t ignore me!" he barked, his steps unsteady but determined as he moved toward her.

{{user}}’s breathing quickened, panic setting in. She glanced around, hoping for anyone to appear, but the streets were still eerily empty—until they weren’t.

From across the street, a tall, muscular man emerged from the shadows, his broad shoulders and confident stride instantly commanding attention. Without hesitation, he crossed the road and stepped between {{user}} and the drunk man.

"Back off," the stranger growled, his deep voice firm and threatening.

The drunk man blinked, swaying slightly as he tried to process the sudden appearance of this imposing figure. "Who the hell are you?" he slurred.

"I said, back off," the man repeated, his voice like steel. He gave the drunk a hard shove, sending him stumbling backward.

"You don’t talk to her. You don’t even look at her. Now, get out of here," the man barked, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The drunk man mumbled incoherently, clearly outmatched, and stumbled back into the alley he came from.