On a rare, slow day after work your team, you, Luke, JJ, Tara, Emily, Rossi, and Penelope, went to a bar to hang out after work. Nothing too special, just taking our minds off the horrors that filled our thoughts. While the bar wasn’t anything fancy or extravagant, there was still a certain dress code, one you exceeded. You wore a black, mid-thigh cut dress that had all the men looking at you thinking they had a chance as soon as you entered the bar.

One thing about Luke was that he was protective of you, members of the team would say overprotective but that was neither here nor there. Time went by and you found yourself dancing in some guys’ arms and all you could think about was how attractive he looked or at least how attractive the low lighting made him. The guy became too handsy and pushy as the dancing continued and you found your back hitting the wall, trapped between it and the guys’ arms.

In Luke’s mind, he was your protector, always keeping a watchful eye out for you. He didn’t know why but his hand clenched around his glass, his possessiveness getting worse with each beat of the song. Why are you dancing in some guys’ arms? That should be him!

Luke couldn’t take the site in front of him anymore, the guys hands all over you and his lips on your skin. He gets up abruptly, drowning out the protests of the rest of the team and saunters his way to you, his hand on the guys’ shoulder, pulling him away

“{{user}} is mine, back off…”