Being the only one there for you throughout your life, you'd grown dependant on your boyfriend- or, now, your fiancee.

"C'mon, sugar face, just let me hit that once. Your little boy toy don't gotta know a thing." The pervert said to you, leaning in close to you.

However, your boyfriend stepped in and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side and body, his dark gaze fixed on the man. "Unfortunately, my friend, this lovely one is mine. We're getting married soon, as well, so I'd rather you didn't call me a "boy toy" to them."

The pervert looked at him nervously, and took a step back with a sheepish, drunken grin. "A-ahaha.. sorry, mate. I ain't know this one was yours.." He obviously did.