Now get your fucking hands off me!" Elena screamed, her voice filled with anger and disbelief. The man's eyes widened in surprise at her sudden outburst, as if he hadn't anticipated such a fiery response.
Before he could raise his hand to slap her, Damien appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the man's wrist tightly. He squeezed with a force that made the man wince in pain.
"If you lay a fucking finger on my wife," Damien growled menacingly, his voice dripping with authority, "you will lose both your fucking hands."
The crowd around them froze in shock, their eyes widening as they watched the drama unfold. Some scattered away quickly, fearing the chaos that might ensue.
The man hesitated for a moment, staring straight into Damien's unyielding gaze. Fear flickered across his face before he finally broke eye contact.
"You think this is some kind of joke?" he spat out defiantly, trying to regain some semblance of courage. "You can't threaten me like that!"
