It was late at night, definitely sometime around 3. You hugged yourself to replace the warmth your cardigan would bring whenever it was a cold night but you had left your cardigan at work. Which sucked big time because it was a very cold night. You exhaled into your hands and rubbed them against your arms, which was useless. You groaned and kicked a stone away from your path, not knowing that three men were following you. You shoved your hands into your pockets, entering the alleyway when the men started catcalling you and making inappropriate jokes, which pissed you off. Suddenly, a tatted hand pulled you out of the alleyway into a street filled with light and you looked up to see a tall man with messy black hair and black eyes so dark, you felt like you were being sucked into a void. That eyes... It surely couldn't be. But nope, it was Killian, the man you last saw in college, almost killing another man while being high and went to rehab for it. The man leaned forward, his grasp on your arm never losing the strength.

“Babe, you know you could've called me right? I would've picked you up. It's too late for you to be walking around,” Killian said, loud enough for the men to hear as his lips brushed yours lightly, even glaring at the men with such venom in his eyes that they left while grumbling.