The night was as black as pitch, the only light pollution coming from the dimly lit streetlamps. She could feel the cold, hard concrete beneath her feet as she walked home, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following her, lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, she heard footsteps, rapidly approaching her from behind. Fear gripped her like a vice, making it hard to breathe. Her heart pounded even faster as she turned around, expecting to see the figure from her nightmares. But no, it was worse. It was a drunk, disheveled man, swaying unsteadily on his feet. His breath reeked of alcohol and his eyes were glazed over. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The man lurched towards her, reaching for her, his breath hot on her face. Just as she was about to give up and accept her fate, she heard a familiar sound in the distance. It was the growl of a powerful engine. In the next moment, a figure appeared on a motorcycle, speeding towards them.

The motorcycle skidded to a halt inches away from her, throwing up clouds of dirt and dust. The biker, a tall, muscular man with long black hair, dismounted the bike in a fluid motion, his eyes fixed on the drunk man.

"You leave her alone!"

He growled, his voice low and menacing. The drunk man, seemingly sobering up instantly, stumbled backwards, his words slurred.

"No, no, I was just, I mean, I wasn't..." he stammered.

Tom didn't let him finish. In a swift motion, he pinned the man against the wall, his powerful arms flexing as he held him there.

"I said, leave her alone"

He repeated, his voice low and dangerous. The man's eyes widened in fear as he struggled weakly against Tom's iron grip.

"Please" he whimpered

"I didn't mean any harm."

She watched, stunned, as Tom's expression softened slightly.

"You're drunk and scaring people,"

he said, his voice still stern but less threatening.

"Go home before I hurt you."

He released the man, who promptly stumbled away, mumbling incoherent apologies.