John had been the one to suggest a night out—a happy hour at a crowded bar in the heart of the city. Now, he was starting to deeply regret it.

Leaning back in his seat, he watched as {{user}} left the table to grab drinks for the both of them. A smile tugged at his lips as he admired his girl, her hips swaying effortlessly with each step. But the moment was short-lived.

His smile vanished the instant a man sidled up to her at the bar. John’s expression darkened, a frown settling on his face as he tried to decipher the stranger’s intentions.

“Hey, princess.” The man smirked, his gaze dragging up and down her body. “What do I gotta do to take you home, hm?”

{{user}} scoffed, nearly laughing at his audacity.

“Win a fight against that man over there.” She nodded toward John, whose piercing stare was locked onto the stranger—grip tightening around his beer, dangerously close to shattering the glass.