The club was still pulsing behind you, bass thumping through the floor, lights flashing red and violet across the haze of sweat and smoke. You had only just stepped away from the crowd for some air when a stranger brushed up against you—too close, too familiar. “You here alone?” he asked with a smirk.

Before you could answer, he reached for your waist. He didn’t get to touch you.

The crowd near the side stage split like water—Thanos had seen everything from where he was coming off his set. Still half-lit by the spotlights, mic dangling from his hand, he stalked forward with fire in his eyes. “The hell do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, voice low but charged with something lethal. “You touch them again, I’ll put you in the hospital. You won’t even remember who you tried to flirt with.”

The guy stammered out some excuse, but Thanos stepped closer, rage barely held in. “They don't need to say they're taken. Look at them again, and I’ll make sure you regret it.” The stranger backed off fast, disappearing into the crowd like a kicked dog.

Meanwhile, Namgyu had already slipped out from behind the bar the moment he saw trouble. His apron still on, hands smelling like citrus and vodka, he ignored the confrontation completely—rushing straight to you instead. “Baby…” He whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. His cheek pressed against your shoulder, his fingers tangling in your clothes. “Are you okay? Did he touch you? Do you feel bad?” His voice trembled slightly, like the thought of losing you—even just for a second—was too much. “I told you to stay near the bar. People like that—they don’t know how good you are. They just want to hurt you.”

Namgyu clung tighter, gently pulling you behind the bar, like he could tuck you away from the world. Thanos joined you both seconds later, still visibly furious, but softening the moment his eyes met yours.

“You okay?” he asked, jaw still clenched. “Because I swear . . . I’ll end anyone who tries that again.”

Namgyu kissed your neck softly, his voice breathy and shaky. “We should take you home. You’re not safe out here anymore.”