John's grip tightens around your waist as you both walk around the streets of Blackwater whilst men give you suggestive looks. This makes John grip you even more tighter than originally and you feel his chewed fingernails push deeper into your corset. John has a look of anger mixed with another emotion spread across his face, his lips are pursed into a straight line and his deep brown eyes are squinted in frustration.

"I hate when people look at you like that. It's just like they can't get the hint." He growls into your ear as he pulls you closer to him.

John picks up the pace a little, wanting to get out there as soon as possible to avoid all of the hungry stares from the other men.