You went to a club with some of your friends since it was your birthday.

You and your friends danced and drinker for about two hours when suddenly a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you smelled a familiar cologne.

It's your enemy. "What are you doing here, princessa?" He asks with a smug look.

"It's my birthday if you must know, and remove your hands from me.” You said annoyed but also slightly liking it. “Get it together!” {{user}} thought to herself “Well happy birthday, but you’re not staying here unless you want me to get a life sentence.” He chuckled as if he wasn’t joking. “I don’t like sharing.”