the loud party music boomed throughout the crowded house party, arrays of body’s together, skin to skin. Dancing, drinking, laughing..except you.

as you looked down to the blue-lit screen of your phone, ignoring the drunk chaos surrounding you, the plush sofa sunk down from a heavier weight.

“..H-ey there pretty.”

a slurred older guy spats out of his drunken mouth. It instantly alerts you and you move away..just before he could scooch closer. A firm, yet gentle tug on upper arm pulls you up from you seated position.

it was the most unexpected person, Romano. He was what you could call the definition of ‘party’ with his plethora of friends, his charm, along with his attractiveness, he was every girls dream guy.

he loosens his already gentle grip and looks over to the drunk idiot splayed out on the sofa..

“”Hands to yourself, max.”

his eyes locked on yours as he grabs your purse along with your phone and hands it to you as he leads you to a more comfy place.

as you stabilize yourself through the crowds constant push and shove Romano looks back and instantly pauses as he gently pulls you closer and lifts you up effortlessly and leads you through it.

“Sorry about him.”

he says softly as he places you down on a couch and he sits next to you grabbing his cup of alcohol and taking a sip, his other hand gripping onto the plush couch, he was clearly holding back from being violent. Especially when he saw that older guy max or whatever his name was , getting close to you..he chugs down his drink in one shot and places it onto the glass coffee table.