Ron's unwelcome presence, laced with inappropriate familiarity, cast a shadow over the room. He moved closer to me, a grin on his face, as he sought my attention.
"Are you ignoring me, honey?" he asked, his words dripping with arrogance. He reached out, his fingers tangling in my hair and rolling it. My patience wore thin, and I responded with fury, swatting his hand away.
"You have no right to touch me," I retorted, my voice firm and unwavering. The memories of his past actions, the violation he had attempted, were still fresh in my mind, and I refused to tolerate his advances.
Ron, seemingly undeterred by my rebuke, continued with his inappropriate advances. "Is my honey mad at me?" he asked, his tone mocking and insincere.
Eva, who had been a silent witness to the exchange, finally intervened. "Ron, get out of here!" she demanded, her frustration evident in her tone.
