The club pulsed with energy as Satoru guided {{user}} through the crowd, exhilaration coursing through him.

A man approached {{user}}, his predatory gaze fixed on her. Satoru stepped forward, positioning himself between them.

“Can I help you with something?” Satoru asked, his voice low and dangerous.

The man smirked , unfazed. “Just thought I’d offer the lady a drink,” he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Satoru’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. “She’s already with someone,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.