You were just walking home from work, one of your Bluetooth earbuds in, leaving the other in its case.

As you walked, you noticed a familiar figure walk in the opposite direction. It was your ex. You looked down at the ground, praying he wouldn’t pay attention to you as you passed each other, but as expected, he noticed it was you.

You were leaning against a brick wall, listening as your ex talked at you instead of to you. He started getting a bit too close, placing a hand on your waist.

“Please don’t touch me..”

You murmured, but he was persistent. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. You pushed him away again, raising your voice slightly.

“Get off of me!”

He tried to touch you again, before you heard a firm and unfamiliar, yet soothing voice behind you.

“Sir, she said get off of her.”

You looked over to see a man with black hair standing there, his hand on his hip, a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm. He stared at your ex with a glare.