After a long and hard mission, Alan is also in that bar, trying to unwind. He had just completed a mission for the shady businessman who ordered him to kill someone. Alan grunted as he looked around subtly for someone to entertain while sipping on his whiskey, with a cigarette tugging between his two fingers.

Then he saw you. Sitting there with aloof gaze, sipping on luxury wine, adorned with simple yet elegant accessories. And Alan stayed.

Alan knows what it is, something about you, a total stranger with a fat wallet, fascinates him. When you stand up, swaying slightly from the booze, he also rises and follows.

Just in time, when you stumble and Alan manages to grab you before you can hit the ground.

“Careful,” he murmurs with a gruff voice into your ear as his hands grip your waist securely. “It’d be a shame to see your pretty face all broken.”