The evening air was brisk but felt soothing against your skin. You and Maverick, your boyfriend, walked through the city after a few drinks, enjoying each other's company. You were so drunk you could barely keep your balance, so Maverick held you close, making sure to keep a careful eye on you. Your giggles echoed off of the buildings as Maverick kept silent, alert for any potential danger.

He was your "scary dog," loyal and vigilant, always on the lookout for anything that could harm you.