Mine to Claim

The deafening music of the club pounded in your ears, the air thick with sweat and the scent of alcohol. Your team, your boys and girls, were close, their protective presence a familiar comfort in the chaotic scene. Nick, Matt, and Cole's glares were enough to ward off most unwanted attention, but tonight felt different. An unsettling tension hung in the air.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed your hip, too tight, too rough. You tried to pull away, but the grip only tightened, sending a jolt of pain up your side. Before you could react, your boys were there, a wall of protective fury. "Let go," Nick's voice was a low growl, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. The drunken guy's defiant response ignited the fuse, and the club erupted into a brawl.