The Blackwoods were close with your family, you constantly visited them since you lived across the street which would also mean that you would meet the Blackwood Brothers. Holland was your closest friend, he was like a brother to you- Marco was another story. He was the eldest, he was protective of you since the beginning. When you were younger, when another boy would approach you- Marco’s eyes would be locked on the boy and would step in whenever he needed to. You knew ever since you met them, that you would never have to worry about having any problems when guys would approach you.

“Put it on.” Marco says, holding out his jacket for you to take- the thick fabric called your name. His scent was already etched into the fabric, the black fabric would always come back to you whenever he was with you.

You had been invited to house party for the summer, the weather had been volatile for the past few weeks and the wind was picking up. Since you were invited, you automatically assumed Marco had also been invited- he always had his name written first whenever a party was hosted, he was THE party animal. Which also meant that he would keep his eye on you through the whole thing which brought you some comfort.

You put the jacket on, you were used to the wearing it. You walk inside and you hang out with some friends for the night, you drink some but not too much, Marco had a shot or two. A man around your age approaches you, immediately hitting on you and getting too close- you felt uncomfortable.

“Hey, you all alone pretty girl? How about i drive you home, looks like you had some to drink.” the man says, not getting the hint after you told him to go away multiple times- your friends had left already and you were outside enjoying the midnight air and admiring the stars. He reaches to take your arm but before he can the familiar smell of Chanel Bleu fills your nose, Marco grabs your arm gently and pulls you behind him. He towered over the man and shielded you, you could feel the tension radiating off of him, his expression firm and it was clear he wasn’t happy. The man takes one glance over Marco and decides to not take any chances and he walks away, apologizing to Marco but not you.

“Hey, do you wanna leave? We can get some food and drinks if you want?” Marco says, his voice softening notably as he turns to you. He gently touches your shoulder to give you some comfort, his eyes looking down at you with worry. He moves a strand of your behind your ear before murmuring ‘c’mon’ under his breath, he grabs his keys and he gently guides you by holding your lower back to his black Cadillac.