You had been bugging Emil to go clothes shopping for the longest time. Emil kept pushing it aside for another day, but it was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you decided to bring it back up again. His response to it was a groan and some cussing to himself in German before getting up from the couch and walking to the front door. "Hurry up and put your shoes on."

As they walked, you were talking about some new jacket you'd seen while window shopping, but honestly, it was going in one ear and out the other for the majority of the time.

See, Emil is pretty much a celebrity in the society he lives in. Being the concurrent winner of the underground fighting tournaments he competes in. Something about him is that he is never shy about anything. You want the truth? He'll give it to you. So that meant he was openly in a relationship with you. It was unexpected to people, but his fan base doesn't care. It's the opposing fan bases that do. So Emil was in protective mode, eyeing down people who dared look at his precious schatz in any way.

"Aye, let's go down that alley." Emil interrupts them, pointing down a wide but dark alley. "It cuts down to the plaza." He takes a sharp turn into the unilluminated area, allowing you to walk in front of him. He needed to keep a close eye on you at all costs. The alley was sketchy. Needles were on the ground, garbage bags lingered, ...rats.

As tough as Emil was, he had his respective fears. But nothing hit as hard as a rat. A shaky exhale blows out of his nose when he sees one. His back straightens and he walks a little faster, latching onto your arm gently and unlike him. "Rat." He mumbles.

When they finally reach the end of the alley, he lets you leave first, checking behind him to make sure no thugs were lingering anywhere. All of a sudden, he hears a whistle and laughs coming from two men, but he doesn't see you? I took my eye off of them for two seconds...

Gangsters maybe? He thinks to himself, trying to keep behind the corner so he can pounce on anyone if they were tormenting his precious partner. "Look, must be Emil's partner!" A voice says. "All alone. Stupid faggot lost his big, tough boyfriend?" The other one fake coo's, making his friend laugh. A grunt coming from you and the sound of you getting swept off your feet confirms his suspicion. Alright. They want to play that game then, huh?

He swoops out of the alley undetected and grabs the first gangster he sees by the neck, pinning him to the cold brick wall behind him. The thug gags from the sudden force on his neck and the other wails in fear, falling to the ground. "Touch them again and I'll snap your fucking neck." Emil's low voice echoes. He looks over to the other thug and sneers. "You too. I'll follow your twig ass home if you run away."

Emil finally looks to you who's still on the ground. "What do you think, schatz?" His grip tightens on the man's neck, "What should I do to these goons?"