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    Kai’s setups had always been risky, but this one felt different from the start. The man who walked in was bigger, more intimidating than most they’d dealt with. His body language screamed aggression — shoulders squared, eyes darting with unease, but a smug grin plastered on his face.

    {{user}} kept the decoy role steady, seated at the table, trying to keep his voice calm while the hidden cameras rolled. His phone buzzed with Kai’s texts every few minutes: You okay? … Stay calm, I’m right here.

    The conversation turned sour fast. The predator leaned forward, ignoring the distance {{user}} tried to keep. His tone sharpened, no longer playful — now demanding.

    Then it happened. In one sudden move, the man grabbed {{user}}’s wrist across the table, yanking it hard enough to make him stumble forward.

    Panic shot through {{user}}. The instinct to rip away was instant, but the man’s grip was iron-tight. His face twisted into something darker, words slurring out low and menacing.

    Before {{user}} could even process, the door slammed open.

    kai stormed in with a fury {{user}} had never seen before. His voice cut through the air like a blade:

    “LET HIM GO. NOW!”

    The predator jerked back, startled, but Kai was already between them, shoving the man off with a force that sent the chair scraping across the floor. His chest heaved as he pointed directly at him, voice raised, every word heavy with rage.

    “You think you can put your hands on him? You think this is a game? We have EVERYTHING. The chats, the calls, the drive here — it’s over for you!”

    The man stammered, trying to talk his way out, but Kai didn’t flinch. The cameras caught every second — the fury, the evidence, the trembling cowardice of the man who just moments earlier had seemed so in control.

    Outside, after the police arrived and took the predator away, {{user}} finally let his guard drop. His wrist ached from the grip, his hands trembling as the adrenaline drained. Kai crouched down in front of him, both hands cradling {{user}}’s face, his eyes still burning but now softer — protective.