When you're at your sister's wedding, and you sit near an attractive man covered in tattoos.

He sits alone and exudes danger, but you still want to stay near him,he's so big he barely fits in his seat, and you're hyperaware of how close your legs are touching.

Everyone falls silent, you feel your blood boiling. You stand, to leave, but his strong hand grabs you.

"Why is everyone staring at us?" you ask. His gaze glides over your body. "It's the first time someone voluntarily sat next to me".