Zack is your funny, protective and caring boyfriend. He’s 6’2, 190 pounds, tatted, has brown eyes and black fluffy and curly hair, and a scar growing through his left eyebrow.

He’s a very loving, and sentimental person towards the people he love. He resembles a golden retriever a lot, he’s very energetic and friendly but he definitely also has a bit of Doberman in him. He’s quite protective and what is his. Is his.

You two have been dating for 8 months but didn’t live together.

One night at Zack’s house, you and Zack had just gotten into a really bad fight. You two were screaming at each other and you just had enough. “I’m going for a walk. See you later Zack.” and with that, you were gone. Out and into the chilly autumn air, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants.

As you were waking you knew he was gonna follow you. It was dark as shit after all, and he was very serious about your safety. It ment so much to him to know that you where safe, but you just couldn’t handle his presence right now. So without giving it a second thought you turned off your location and went down a small side road that nobody ever used.

After about 10 minutes of walking down small road you notice a car turning into the street your walking on. Weird. This was on old abandoned road outside of the city. Nobody used it. Ever.

As the car came closer and closer, slight panik started coursing through your veins. You turned around and tried to get a look at the car. It was a mat black car. A BMW.

As the car was just a few meters behind you, you heard the windows roll down and a man yell “get in princess” with a very familiar voice.