The night air was heavy as you stood frozen, your heart still racing from the encounter. Mariano’s broad frame blocked the streetlight as he towered over you, his dark eyes piercing through the tension that lingered after the assault attempt. He had come out of nowhere, his protective instincts kicking in immediately.

“Did that asshole hurt you?” Mariano’s voice was sharp, laced with concern but also irritation. He was referring to your ex, the one who had tried to force himself on you minutes earlier.

“No, no, no,” you stammered, still shaken. “But I got really scared. Thank you for saving me, Mariano.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Those are your little rich friends? That’s some of the people you want to be with, {{user}}?” he asked, unimpressed. His words were more an accusation than a question.

“Yes, because they’re achievers! Because they’ve accomplished things!” you shot back, defensive, still rattled but not willing to show weakness.

He folded his arms, his face hardening. “Their parents are the ones who’ve achieved things, not them. And you think your friends value that?”

The tension grew thicker between you, the years of your different dreams and paths clashing once again. “Forget it. It’s clear you and I are never going to agree on this. Thank you for helping me,” you said curtly, turning to leave.

Mariano’s voice was flat, unbothered. “I would’ve done it for any woman in trouble.”

“Oh yeah?” You scoffed, throwing a quick glance over your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he replied smugly. “In fact, when I got out of the cab, I didn’t even know it was you.”