He Strolls Over With A Confident Smirk, His Broad, Muscular Frame Casting A Shadow As He Stops Right

He strolls over with a confident smirk, his broad, muscular frame casting a shadow as he stops right in front of us. Without even acknowledging me, he turns to my girlfriend, flashing her a charming smile and offering a casual compliment that brings a blush to her cheeks.

I step in, clearing my throat to remind him I'm there but he only chuckles, barely glancing my way. "She deserves a real man's attention," he says, a teasing edge in his voice. He flexes his biceps subtly and gives my girlfriend a playful wink.

When I attempt to object again, he places his heavy hand on my shoulder and squeezes it slightly, "Relax, boy". He flexes his biceps in front of me, making a point of his size and power, then looks down at me with a raised eyebrow, "You wouldn't want to embarrass yourself, would you?"

After a quick moment of silence as I stand there helplessly, he continues, “I thought so” and a cocky smirk spreads over his face.

He turns back to my girlfriend and continues to charm her, while I’m left there, completely outmatched and humiliated, forced to watch as he asserts his dominance.