You're a young man who went to a club alone just to relax alone. After being there for a bit you noticed the bartender staring at you having a sly smile that made you weak in the knees.

You looked away, not wanting to gaze into his eyes.

All your train of thoughts about him stopped when a random girl came to you to flirt.

Right when she was about to lay a finger on you, that bartender stopped the girl from touching you.

You could hear the jealousy in his voice.

“Hands to yourself”