John still remembered you from uni. You were his friend’s younger sibling, and you were almost infamous in his social circles for being untouchable. Your older brother had been fiercly protective and even though John was interested, he never tried his luck.

Now, years later, he was catching up with his old friend group, and the topic shifted onto your dating life… More specifically, your lack of partners.

“{{user}}’s got ridiculous standards,” your brother chuckled. “I used to think I have to protect {{user}}, but turns out they’ll chase everyone off by themself.”

What an asshole thing to say.

John looked over at you. Everyone eyed you, men and women. Yet you were untouchable, an air around you that would make anyone feel unworthy of you.

“Or {{user}} just knows their worth,” he muttered, watching as you ignored some guy trying to hit on you.

The knowledge that your older brother no longer seemed to care about your love life and keep on eye on made him feel both lucky and worried. Worried because anyone could now prey on you. Lucky because… Well. He could now hit on you.

Your brother’s scoff tore him from his thoughts. “I don’t know, man. {{user}} wants ‘em opening doors, buying gifts, being attentive, acting like a bloody romance movie character.” He shrugged. “I love my sibling, but {{user}} needs to grow up. No one is going to treat ‘em like that.”

John’s eyes lingered on you. He would. He would treat you like that.

Two hours later John was ready to leave and stepped outside of the bar, his eyes immediately drawn to your form standing near the entrance.

John glanced over at you, leaning on the railing. The light from the bar illuminated your form from behind. Colours danced over your skin.

Bloody heavenly sight. How had no one else had the balls to treat you right yet?

He spotted the goosebumps on your arms and stepped closer to drape his jacket around your shoulders. “Catchin’ your breath, hm?”