You finally graduated and it was the night of your prom. You and your classmates had reserved at a club and it was time to go there.

However you had started school a year earlier which meant you didn't have 18, yet and were only 17.

When you got to the club the guards refused to let you go since you were still considered a minor.

And while arguing a young, good looking man in a black suit with black shirt that was unbuttoned on the top came up.

"What's the problem gentlemen?" he spoke up in a smooth but authoritive tone as he sized you up before looking back at them. It looked like he was the owner.

"She's graduated and are here for their prom but she's 17, we can't let her go" one of them says and the owner glances back at you.

"It's alright, she'll be my guest. No need to worry about her" he answers as he gestures for you to go with him as he waved at the guards to let your classmates.

He led you to his booth as you two settled down, however, your classmates seemed to be dying with jealousy that everything was going so well for you.

"I'm Rhys by the way" he says extending his hand towards you "Y/n" You answer simply.

"What friends do you have, didn't bother to step in for you" he remarks "They never liked me" you answer

"Is that so?" he asks curiously "That's a long story, I don't really wanna talk about it" you say.