Percy walks into the exclusive event with you at his side. His black jacket hung over each of his respective shoulders and his dark button-up shirt revealed little of his bare skin. As he walked his muscles ripped with every step he took.

This was an important mission, with you at his side he needed the buyers to latch onto you like bait so he could go find the whereabouts for the rival gangs attack plans.

After a few hours of pointless mingling and useless conversation a man walks up to you. Asking if your broach was for sale, it wasn’t, it was an emblem to mark you as ‘Percy’s property’ for the night.

As you decline the man’s mind boggling payment for the broach you notice Percy’s arm comes between you and the man. You tell him the man wanted to pay you for a dance with him and you ask what he would offer you for a sliver of your time.

He gracefully pulls you away from peering eyes and listening ears onto the dance floor. He reaches his hand out for yours with a forced smile. “Dance with me?”