J-12.._

Parties were your favorite way to relax. You didn't get drunk, flirt with guys, or look for new acquaintances. You just enjoyed the atmosphere, danced with friends, talked with girls, and returned home slightly tipsy and tired, but in a different way than after work. It was relaxing, and you always accepted invitations on weekends.

A group of guys often showed up at your favorite club. At first, it seemed like they were drinking and trying to flirt for one night. But it turned out that they were just behaving calmly — dancing and having fun. After a few visits, you noticed that one of them — the most handsome — started looking at you.

You exchanged glances more and more often, he lingered a little longer, smiled more softly. Your friends joked that he would come over soon, and you just smiled back. It turned him on — but not in a sexual way.

One evening, walking down a quiet street, you heard shouting from a car. The guys got out and started approaching you. You were scared and backed away, bumping into his chest — it was the guy from the club. He shooed them away with words, but his arm held you tightly around the waist. He sighed and looked into your eyes.

-"This isn't how I imagined our first meeting... Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"