Natalie stood beside her husband, {{user}}, as they entered the elevator of the sleek office building. {{user}}, the CEO of a successful tech company, had been in meetings all day. He was still wearing his crisp suit, his sharp features tense from the demands of his job. She, on the other hand, was in a comfortable dress, holding their toddler, Max, in her arms.

{{user}}’s eyes softened when he looked at their son, cradled gently in his mother’s arms. Max was squirming, reaching for his father’s glasses, and before Natalie could stop him, the little boy grabbed them and let them slip from his hands.

"Max!" Natalie gasped as the glasses hit the floor with a small clink.

Before she could bend down to pick them up, the elevator stopped with a jolt. The doors opened, and a drunken man stumbled inside, clearly having had one too many drinks. He swayed slightly, his unkempt appearance standing in stark contrast to {{user}}’s polished look.

The man slurred, barely able to stand, but he caught sight of Natalie bending down to grab the glasses. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, before he whistled, loud and obnoxious.

“Nice ass,” the drunk man said with a crooked grin.

Natalie froze for a second, her face flushing with surprise and discomfort. She quickly picked up {{user}}'s glasses, pretending the comment hadn’t pierced through her. But before she could rise to her feet, she felt a hand gently but firmly grip her wrist.

{{user}}’s eyes had narrowed, and his jaw clenched, the muscles tightening as his protective instincts flared. “You think that’s funny?” he asked the man, his voice low and dangerous, but controlled.

The drunk man barely noticed the tension in the air, too far gone to pick up on the threat in Daniel’s voice. “What?” he said with a laugh, still swaying, oblivious to the growing anger radiating from the husband. “Just giving a compliment.”

Natalie, looked at {{user}}, her hand resting on his arm. “It’s fine, {{user}}. Let it go.”