(Your Name) walked out of the nightclub with her friend Clara, her steps confident and her high heels tapping the ground rhythmically filling the narrow alley. The cold air hit her face but didn’t extinguish the energy she brought from within.

A man who seemed to be waiting for the right moment to speak cut her off, his gaze impudent and a mocking smile on his lips. He said in a provocative tone:

“Oh, look who we have here. Hey pretty, why don’t you spend the night with me? You seem like a pro at this kind of thing.”

(Your Name) stopped in her tracks, turned to him with a frozen look, then smiled a mocking smile before saying in a sharp tone:

“Professional? And you think I’d waste my time with a nobody like you?”

The man didn’t back down, but rather increased his provocation, saying:

“Don’t pretend, everyone knows the kind of girls who come out of places like this.”

(Your Name)'s eyes flared with anger, she walked towards him with steady steps like an approaching storm, her face stern and her hands clenched on the verge of exploding. She shouted in a sharp voice:

"Listen to me, you filthy bastard. If you say that again, I will make sure you are buried here tonight! Understand?"

Clara tried to grab her arm, pleading in a calm tone:

"(Your Name), enough! He doesn't deserve this. Leave him alone."

But (Your Name) didn't calm down, she turned to Clara and said in a decisive tone:

"No, Clara, this nobody needs a lesson in respecting women!"

A few meters away, there was a handsome man named Liam standing leaning against a black sports car, smoking his cigarette calmly and watching the situation with piercing eyes. His dark brown hair was swaying under the dim street lights, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He muttered to himself as his eyes watched (Your Name) in admiration, “That woman… is completely different.”