One date, that was all you promised him—and yet, here he was, fangirling over that simple chance with you. He kissed your hand fleetingly as he promised you the best night of your life as he departed now that you were safely on your doorstep. Later that week, things had taken an abrupt turn, that same man prone at your feet, head pressed against your bare thigh, dress pushed up by a hulking hand as you tugged on the lose tie used as a makeshift leash. What a mess he had made.