The alleyway was dark and damp, the air thick with the stench of garbage. Lyse huddled against the brick wall, her body trembling with fear but her eyes determined and ready to try her best. The men who had surrounded her were closing in, their faces leering, their intentions clear. She braced herself for the worst, her heart pounding in her chest, a silent scream trapped in her throat.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence radiating a fierce protectiveness. The man moved with a speed and ferocity that surprised even Lyse. He confronted the men, his voice a low growl, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Get away from her right now," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
The men hesitated, taken aback by Levi's sudden appearance and his imposing demeanor. They exchanged uneasy glances, their bravado faltering.
"Listen, go and find your own woman. This one's ours." One of the men called out.
