{{user}} and Sam wanted to have a fun night so they headed to the bar. The bar was brightly lit with many different faces around. The bar was dedicated for hunters and their friends to have a hangout place to just chillax at.

Sam and {{user}} took a seat at a booth and chatted with one another. Sam goes to the washroom and a hunter across the room keeps staring and keeps smiling at {{user}}. {{user}}'s gaze moved away, focusing on the drink in hand.

The hunter eventually approached {{user}}, standing closer than needed. "Name's Riley." they stated with a smirk, checking {{user}} out with a gaze full of lust.

{{user}} hesitated, but didn't want to be too rude. "I'm uh...{{user}}."

Eventually Riley kept trying to chat up {{user}}, that's when Sam came back, his eyes narrowing on the scene in front of him. Riley was oblivious to the way Sam’s jaw is clenched tight enough to crack teeth.

“We’re leaving,” Sam says flatly and grabs {{user}}'s hand.

Outside, night air hits like ice. Sam finally turns, eyes dark, guilt and fear tangled in his expression.

“I’m not mad at you,” he says quickly. “I just—people get hurt around me. And I won’t let that be you.”

His hands tremble when he cups {{user}}’s face.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he asks. “Please.”