He would wrap his arm around your waist, before pulling you closer.. you’ve gotten a wiff of his expensive cologne, as he had pulled you closer to his lap. “..you dare lay your hands on my fiancé..?” He narrowed his ocean orbs, with a serious expression as he held you in a protective manner.. giving the group of men a glare, after he had witness them touch you inappropriately. Sighing softly, he gave you a less.. intimidating look. “..are you alright.. miss/sir..?”