The Slap
I reached for his sleeve—not to fight, just to stop him from walking away.
He jerked back.
The slap landed.
For a moment, the world went silent.
Then he raised his hand again.
But this time, someone stopped him.
The Guard Who Stepped In
A gloved hand caught Ethan’s wrist midair.
“You don’t touch her,” the security guard said calmly, though his eyes burned.
Ethan sneered. “Do you know who I am?”
The guard removed his cap.