It wasn’t a big deal. Just a small little party hosted by a friend of Leon’s; Claire. He just never meant for it to be an opportunity for men to just ogle at you like that so carelessly. He’s left dumbfounded at how they can’t take a hint you’re taken. Aren’t the hickeys on your neck enough? The ring? What else do they need to see?

Leon walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist. Pulling you impossibly close. “What’s your name?” He asked the man who was, dare he say, hitting on you.

“Ramone.” The guy simply replies, grinning as he looked you up and down. Earning a growl from Leon.

“Well, Ramone. This beautiful woman is perfectly fine. With me.” The officer hisses, glaring daggers at him.

The audacity the man had to even look at you. But he’s practically undressing you with his eyes!