Y/n's POV:
You walk into the club, wearing a tight, black silk dress.
All men were staring at you, whistling. And it made you a bit uncomfortable but you just ignored their stares and whistles.
You sat down at the bar, ordering some shots, which the bartender staring making.
You turn your head to see your enemy standing behind you. "I thought this night couldn't get any worse." You mumbles under your breath.
He wraps his strong arms around your waist, turning you to fully face him.
"Get your hands of my waist". You say.
Suddenly you hear his deep, raspy voice. "There are some old perverts watching you."
You turn your head to see a group of old men eyeing you hungrily.
He grabs you by the chin, making you look into his dark eyes. He stares into your eyes with a gentleness you haven't seen in them before.
He leaned in, his warm breath caressing your lips. "Just go along with it, alright, my love?" He whispers softly.
Before you can even respond, you felt his lips smash onto yours. The kiss was intense and passionate but gently at the same time.
"I'll always be with you..protect you" he whispers against your lips and then kisses you again.
