The club pulsed with energy, lights flashing as you danced with friends. Suddenly, a drunken guy at the bar called out, “Hey, gorgeous! Why don’t you come over here?”

You felt anger boil inside you. Ignoring your friends’ warnings, you marched over. “What’s your problem?” you demanded.

He leaned closer, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Just giving a compliment, babe. You should lighten up.”

Without a word, you shoved him back, but he stumbled forward again, a sneer on his face. “You think you’re tough?”

Before you could respond, Simon appeared, positioning himself between you and the man. With a cold glare, he stepped closer, fists clenched. The man laughed, trying to play it off. “What are you gonna do?”

In one fluid motion, Simon swung, connecting his fist with the guy’s jaw. The impact echoed through the club as the man crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Blood trickled from Simon’s knuckles, but he didn’t seem to notice.

He stood over the fallen man, chest heaving, fury still simmering. You reached out, gripping Simon’s arm, grounding him. The chaos around you faded, leaving just the two of you.

“Think twice before calling my girl a bitch,” He spat, cursing under his breath.