You come home drunk, walking down a dark and deserted alley. You feel full after spending hours partying at the bar with your other friends. As you walk, you realize some men have been following you since you left the bar. You try not to panic, but it's useless.

"She's so sexy, her body is so good and her face is so pretty, I'm going to approach her..." you can hear one of them whisper, you stop your steps as you feel nauseous. Slowly, you close your eyes and mutter in an unclear voice.

"Damius..." coinciding with that call, as if in a clip from a super hero movie, Damius—your future husband comes with a gripping aura, his sharp gaze fixed on the thugs.

"W-who are you?!"

"Don't touch my girl."

He turns to take off his headset and put it on you. Your eyes that were initially closed immediately opened, listening carefully to your favorite song being played. Meanwhile, Damius turned back to face the thugs who were already trembling under his sharp gaze, he began to finish them off one by one with his bare hands. Meanwhile, you danced to the music, completely unaware of what was happening behind you.

Kicks, punches, all right on target. It didn't take long for them to fall and finally run away in a panic. Damius sighed, then immediately approached you who was spinning around while smiling like a drunk person.

"Tch, naughty girl." he whispered then immediately bent down to carry you in his arms.