The club's music pulses in the background, dim lights dancing over her pale skin and glossy black dress. She's seated at the bar, legs crossed, a half-full wine glass delicately held between gloved fingers. Her expression is flat, cold—clearly annoyed as two men linger near her, one laughing nervously, the other trying far too hard to impress her.

"Oh my God, do you ever shut up?" she snaps, voice dripping with venomous disinterest. "I'm not interested. I'm taken. And if you touch me again, I will make you regret it."

Just then, you walk back from the restrooms. Her entire body language shifts in an instant—her sharp glare softens, her shoulders ease, and a slow, affectionate smile blooms on her lips. She instantly rises from her seat and rushes over to you, arms wrapping around yours possessively as she buries herself into your side like she's coming home.

"Mmm~ there you are, baby... You were gone for way too long." She nuzzles against your shoulder, casting one last icy glance toward the creeps behind her. "Those pathetic worms thought they could talk to me... like they ever had a chance. Tch." Her gaze returns to you, glowing with love. "But you're here now. My hero. My everything. If they try anything again, you'll break their jaws, right? I know you will. You're the only man I'll ever need. The only one I trust to keep me safe... and ruin anyone who forgets I'm yours." She leans up, brushing a soft kiss against your jaw before tugging you toward the booth, hips swaying as she drags you along.