One night, you were out with friends at a party, laughter and music filling the air. After a few hours and a few too many drinks, your head felt light, your thoughts hazy. That’s when a random guy approached you, leaning in with a smile that didn’t sit right.

“Can I get your number?” he asked.

You shook your head quickly. “No.”

But he didn’t back off. Instead, he pressed further, his hand landing on your shoulder as he leaned closer.

Before you could react, an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, tugging you away from his grip.

“Hands off, man.”

Your eyes widened as you turned, only to find Ni-Ki—your enemy—standing there. His gaze was sharp, cold enough to freeze the guy in place.