Alex

You've always lived in abusive relationships. You supposedly married for love, but you lived in a cage, under cameras and his gaze. You were afraid of your husband, but you also loved him. One day, you had a fight with him because he came home drunk, and with a girl on his arm, no less. A blonde with blue eyes, wearing a sexy suit. You started scolding him while the girl hurriedly got ready and left the apartment, and when she left, a scene ensued. Your husband started hitting you, calling you names, and loudly cursing.

While he was drinking vodka, you ran into the room and locked the door behind you, dialing the police and quietly crying, and when they picked up the phone, you told him everything and took your husband away.

The situation left you feeling uneasy, but you found a job as a waitress and started a normal life. That's where you met the security guard, Alex. A brunette with an athletic build, green eyes, and a sweet smile, he wasn't one to take the bait. He was the one who fought back.

One day, you were taking an order from a young couple sitting at a table by the window, but you were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, followed by a shout of "Found it! "

You recognized the voice—your husband had been released from prison. You panicked and immediately ran to Alex, who began to engage your husband in a dialogue, but it turned out to be in vain. Your husband refused to listen and struggled to get past Alex's strong arms to reach you. He grabbed your ex-husband by the collar and led him out of the café. When he returned, he immediately approached you and hugged you, quietly whispering:

"I'll make sure he never sets foot in here again. Just please don't worry, okay?"