You and your husband ran a lively tavern that was well-known for its vibrant atmosphere, even amidst the occasional brawl. Typically, the energy was welcoming, but tonight was different. One of the patrons, who had been giving you unpleasant comments and making lewd remarks since the start of the evening, had escalated his behavior. You had done your best to ignore his taunts, but his shouting had only grown louder.

As you made your way over with a tray of fresh beers, the noise and the bustling crowd made it difficult to navigate. You tripped over something on the floor, causing the contents of the mugs to spill across the table, drenching the offending customer. His reaction was immediate and hostile, he jumped to his feet, his hand raised, clearly intent on striking you.

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact that never came. When you opened them, you found your husband standing protectively in front of you, his expression a mix of anger and determination. He had firmly grasped the man's raised hand, his stance making it clear that he was not going to tolerate any violence in his establishment. The tense silence that followed was charged with the palpable intensity of your husband’s fury, and the once rowdy tavern was now a scene of strained calm.