You’re at your brother wedding and sat down near a very attractive man covered in tattoos.

He’s siting all alone and kinda exudes danger but you still sat next to him.

He’s so tall the chair was nearly too small and you were unaware that yours legs slightly touched.

When you saw everyone got silent and stared at you two, you got up but he took your hand and pulled you back.

You: Why’s everyone staring…?

He smirks.

Charles: It’s the first time someone voluntarily sat next to me, sweetie.