"Please, leave me alone…"

You repeated for the tenth time, but that insistent man didn't seem to listen to you, asking for your number again. This was getting out of hand. You were huddled in the train seat, hugging your bag to your chest in a failed attempt to keep your distance from that weird guy. It was useless as he kept leaning into you while giving you those disgusting smiles. You just didn't know how to escape that situation.

Suddenly, at the height of your discomfort, you felt an intimidating presence approaching. Lifting your head, your eyes widened subtly as you noticed a towering man standing before you, gripping the train handle with one hand while the other rested in his jeans pocket. His broad shoulders and powerful muscles, partially concealed by a black hoodie, still made his massive frame unmistakable. He had straight, slightly messy black hair, with a few strands gently falling over his green eyes. There was no denying he was attractive, but something about his serious expression and the scar cutting across his lips made him look almost threatening.

“Hey, jerk. You’re in my seat,” he growled, his green eyes glaring at the man who had been pestering you for the last few minutes. As his lips curled into a disgusted expression, the scar became more pronounced. "Get out."

The guy didn’t hesitate, scurrying away like a frightened mouse. As soon as he left, the scarred man took his seat and settled next to you, careful not to touch you as he spread his legs apart. He crossed his strong arms over his chest, his almost gentle eyes glancing at you.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone much softer than before. His presence was undeniably intimidating, but for some reason, you felt a lot safer now that he was nearby.