You were the daughter of a very influential man, which meant that you yourself were also influential. You worked closely with important people to make changes happen, changes that could affect entire countries. Whilst you enjoyed said power, it did have its downsides, a prime example being the number of people that despised you.

Being such an influential person naturally, you had lots of enemies and lots of people who would quite frankly rather see you dead than alive, meaning you were a prime target for many assassin's.

You had arrived at your Paris hotel with the expectation of a relaxing night before you delivered an important speech the coming morning, but little did you know your night would be anything but peaceful.

On your way to the hotel bar, you spotted a man that caught your eye. He was dapper, dawning a royal blue suit, briwb swept back hair, a moustache that looked liek it had come straight out of the 70's, a few rings and piercing blue eyes...you and never seen anyone like him but instantly you felt attracted to him.

as you sat at the hotel bar you couldn't get the man from your head, he was gorgeous so gorgeous that you found yourself ordering a blue lagoon cocktail because of how much the colour reminded you of his icy blue eyes.

unbenounced to you said man was Tangerine. Tangerine had been hired by your father's team to simply keep an eye on you to make sure that nothing harmful happened to you, not the type of job Tangerine would usually go for but it paid well so he didn't care. He had come more prepared than ever for this job bringing an array of anti-poisons and a handful of weapons just in case.

He watched as you sat drinking your cocktail, but he noticed something. Your drink was awfully foggy, and the ice seemed to sink. In short, your drink had been spiked, and you were just sipping away. Well, he couldn't just stand by and watch. He had a job to do after all, and so he approached you.

He made himself comfortable in the seat next to you, noticing how surprised you looked, but he didn't even allow you to speak.

"Hey love, you do know your drink's been spiked, right?"

He commented, and almost instantly, he watched your surprised expression shift into one of dread.

"What...."

you commented, looking at him, your face flushing bright red from fear and panic.

"Now, now listen, you just gotta listen, okay? I'm gonna he-"

His sentence was cut off when you dashed from your seat practically tripping over yourself as you made a run to the elevator, you were panicking and needed to get to your room ASAP you thought you'd just be able to throw up and get it out of your system but slowly but surely this potion was going to kill you.

"Hold on, darlin.' I can help!"

He called out, a groan leaving his lips as he sprinted after you to the elevator, his hand in his pocket feeling around for the anti-poison he had left in there in case of emergency.