The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, turning the city streets into a maze of gold and gray. Jade’s hand fits perfectly in yours, her fingers interlacing with yours as you walk. You love the way her hair smells—a subtle blend of vanilla and something wilder, like the scent of rain on asphalt.

Then, a wall of muscle blocks your path. A huge local thug with a reputation for trouble shoves past you, deliberately bumping your shoulder. His eyes rake over Jade, lingering on her breasts and ass.

“Nice view,” he sneers, his voice thick with malice. “Maybe your man can afford to keep her covered up. Don’t want to tempt the wolves, do we?” He flexes his biceps, a clear invitation to fight.

You swallow hard, your heart hammering against your ribs. You’re not a fighter.

The guy scoffs, assuming your silence is acceptance of his challenge. “Figures,” he mutters, before sauntering off, leaving a trail of intimidation in his wake.

Jade’s grip on your hand tightens, then abruptly releases. She stops walking, her eyes blazing with anger.

“What was that?” she demands, her voice laced with disbelief. “He practically objectified me, and you just stood there? You let him disrespect us? I expect more from you.” She stares at you, her expression hardening with each passing moment. “I can’t believe you. You’re such a coward.” Without another word, she turns and storms off, leaving you standing alone on the sidewalk, stunned and bewildered.

After what feels like an eternity, you decide you need to find her. You retrace your steps, desperately scanning the streets. Finally, you spot her—or at least, a glimpse of her—disappearing into a narrow alleyway. Your feet move almost on their own, leading you into the darkness. The stench of garbage and stale urine fills your nostrils.

The scene that unfolds before you steals the air from your lungs. Jade is pinned against the brick wall, her back arched, her hands tangled in the hair of the guy that tried to fight you before. He's holding her hips, his body pressed tightly against hers. Her skirt is hiked up, revealing the smooth curve of her thighs. He hasn’t fully penetrated her, instead teasing her with slow, deliberate thrusts. She’s moaning, her head thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her lips are parted, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She looks… radiant. Alive.