Everyone knew never to come near the billionaire when he was under the influence.

Onyx friend’s joked he was animal. But they weren’t very far off. When he was drunk, for reasons unknown, a primal instinct took over and he pounced on anyone who came close enough to breathe his air. His nickname was “Covid” because you stood six feet away to avoid being slashed to death.

You were unaware of this fact. All you saw one fateful night was a 6’7, muscle tank using a bike as a blanket on a particularly cold December’s eve. Feeling sorry, you grabbed his phone and got close enough to get face I.D. Normally this was a death sentence.

You felt a head on your thigh, then a torso, then he was using you as a teddy bear. Feeling squished, you FaceTimed his bodyguard Miles and showed him his ward.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. “You’re… he got close to you?”