You were at a bar. Everyone was whispering and muttering in their own groups, nothing really exciting. You were just chilling by yourself.

It was all well until a group of guys that were extremely drunk and stupid men who are decided to start fights for the thrill and fun of it. They looked dangerous, so you steered somewhat clear. Unfortunately for you, one noticed you and started to stare you down. He looked like trouble, that cold gaze. Could only belong to one person alone. You had a familiar feeling immediately, turning your gaze away from him and disappearing in the crowd behind you.

He was for sure trouble. And you didn't want anything to do with it.