Katrina had invited {{user}} to a party at Sam and Colby’s place, and after some hesitation, they decided to go. LA was still new, and making friends wasn’t exactly easy. Maybe this would be a good opportunity to meet people.

The party was loud, packed with familiar faces from social media, but {{user}} stuck close to Kat and her friends, trying to ease into the chaos. The conversation was going fine until a guy, clearly feeling bold, slid into their space. At first, it was just him trying to flirt, throwing out lazy compliments and acting like he was the most interesting person in the room. But then he started getting too close, brushing against {{user}} and resting a hand on their arm like they had given him permission.

{{user}} shifted uncomfortably, forcing a polite smile while inching away.

“Hey, uh, can you back up a little?” They tried to keep their tone light, not wanting to make a scene, but the guy just smirked like it was some kind of game.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” he said, leaning in again.

Before {{user}} could react, another voice cut through the noise.

“Dude, back up. She’s clearly not interested.”

A figure stepped into the space beside {{user}}, effortlessly towering over the creep. Black hair, sharp features, and an unmistakable air of confidence—Jake Webber. His tone was casual, but there was an underlying edge to it, a silent warning.

The guy scoffed, looking Jake up and down like he wasn’t sure whether to take him seriously. “And who are you, her boyfriend?” He let out a mocking laugh, clearly not sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

Jake just stared at him, unamused. “Yeah, sure. Wanna see what kind of boyfriend I am?” His voice was light, but the threat in his words was impossible to miss.