You and your boyfriend were enjoying a night on the town. Music filled the air as you walk down the stools of cheap trinkets and treats. Your boyfriend treated you to a few of those treats. Your boyfriend was a handsome man. He treated you well and treated as if you were royalty. No man stood out to you as much as he did

Later on in the night, he took you to a jazz bar for a quiet drink to end the night. The music was light and rich man laughter filled the room and the sound of poker chips clinking together on the poker tables. And the smell of smoke linger around you. While you talk to your boyfriend you felt like someone was watching you. You glance slightly over at a poker table. A man sat there, his elbows on the table and his fingers intertwined one another covering his face. You couldn’t help his brown eyes looking at you in a certain way. It had some kind of power over you with a hint of possessiveness to them. It sent goosebumps across your skin

Your boyfriend excused himself to the bathroom and after a while. You had noticed he had gone for a while. You went to go look for him. Even going through the back door that led to a back alley. Your boyfriend would often sneak off to have a smoke as you didn’t like it every much. But you felt someone’s hand just under your jaw. Their slender fingers adding a slight pressure to your cheek. You let out a shaky breath to prepare yourself to see who it was “Don’t look” The low voice hummed “Just listen” It said, the smell of whiskey filled your nose and his hot breath against your ear. It was the man from the poker table