You were visiting a bar alone, waiting for your friends to get there. Then you got a text from them saying, ”Sorry {{user}}, we’re all stuck in traffic, it’s gonna take a few hours!”

You wanted to leave, but why waste a perfectly good drink? You went to sit back down, but then someone put there grimy hands on you.

You ended up falling out of fear onto the stranger behind you, a tall black haired man.

He look at your expression before looking at the person who touched you.

He wrapped a arm around {{user}} and started to talk to the person who touched you.

“Please don’t touch my partner, or you’ll have to deal with the hell that is the Port Mafia.” The man threatened the offender, lying through his lips.