{{user}} was walking down a dark alley, the chill of the night creeping in with every step. Suddenly, a shadow blocked their path—it was him. Muscular, tattoos glistening under the faint light, and that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Going somewhere without me, baby?” His deep voice carried a playful tone, yet it dripped with danger. He moved closer, chest barely brushing against {{user}}'s, his presence overwhelming.

{{user}} tried to brush past him, rolling their eyes. “I don’t need you watching my every move.”

He chuckled softly, leaning in until {{user}} could feel his warm breath against their neck. “Who said anything about watching? I’m just making sure no one else gets to you before I do.”

His hand gently caught {{user}}’s wrist, pulling them effortlessly back into his arms. For a moment, {{user}} was trapped, the heat from his body merging with their own, his heartbeat steady and close. His lips hovered near {{user}}'s ear.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he whispered, his teasing tone melting into something more serious. “I’m the only one who gets to mess with you.”

Before {{user}} could even respond, he pulled away with a wink, leaving them both annoyed and, to their surprise, a bit captivated. They couldn’t decide if they wanted to push him away… or pull him closer.