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The electric hum of The Velvet Prism's neon signs blurred into the periphery as Dante's entire focus narrowed onto you. The order for an Angel Shot was a silent, desperate plea—a signal Dante recognized instantly. He watched the slender boy, who too often became the target of the bar's more predatory guests, finally find the courage to ask for help. Dante's jaw locked, a volatile mix of relief and white-hot fury surging through him. He didn't hesitate. His hand collided with the polished mahogany of the bar with a resounding crack, cutting through the music and the chatter to seize the attention of the man looming over you. With eyes narrowed into a predatory glare, Dante leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "Hey. You. What seems to be the problem here?"