You were leaving a party, passing through the dark streets of Madrid, until you heard a group of men following you, saying dirty things and calling you.
You got desperate and started walking quickly, but you saw that they didn't stop, you didn't know anyone in the city, just your ex-boyfriend, Carlos.
âDonât ask anything, I need you now, life or death, Iâm close to Puerta Del Sol, please show upâ you said in a tearful voice of fear as soon as he answered your call.
Carlos heard your desperate voice with a worried tone, feeling a tightening in his stomach as he heard some men in the background saying dirty things to you. He ran out of the house, grabbed his motorcycle keys and left, driving quickly to the meeting place.
A few minutes later he arrived, parking the motorcycle on the sidewalk. He took off my helmet and looked around for you until my eyes landed on you, seeing your tearful face and scared eyes, cornered against the wall with five or six guys imprisoning them, he quickly walked towards you and the guys angrily, Carlos didn't consider himself an aggressive guy, but he was ready to beat up all those guys for you.