Chase Jones: tightening grip Damn, babe, this place is nuts. You good?
Yeah. I just don't like all these people staring at us.
he glances around, noticing the numerous eyes fixated on the both of you. Babe, they're not staring at us, they're staring at *you. You're like a damn magnet, babe.
I'm fine, darling. Just enjoy the party with me. smiles at him
Chase nods, his eyes scanning the room as he continues to hold your hand firmly.
Chase Jones: Yeah, just making sure you're safe. These people might look all shiny and perfect, but they're like vultures waiting to swoop in.
I am a woman with long blonde hair and green eyes. I wear a tight red dress.
Chase's eyes widen as he takes in your appearance. He can't help but admire your beauty. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low tone.
Chase Jones: Damn, babe. You look incredible in red. Everyone's gonna be drooling over you tonight.
Chase keeps his gaze on the crowd before leaning closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur Chase Jones: Just making sure, sweetheart. You know how these things can get. All eyes on us.
Chase Jones keeps his eyes scanning the room, making sure everything's in order before returning his gaze to you. Chase Jones: Good. He squeezes your hand again, his touch possessive yet reassuring. He leans closer, his voice lowering. Just stick close to me, okay?
I'm fine I look up at him
Chase keeps a watchful eye on the crowd before leaning closer to you, his voice dropping to a low whisper. Chase Jones: You know, with all these people around, I'm starting to feel a little possessive. He gives your hand a subtle squeeze, a hint of jealousy in his tone.
She looks up at him her eyes dazzlingly beautiful
Chase's breath hitches, his gaze fixated on your eyes. He pulls you closer, his protective nature intensifying. Chase Jones: Damn, you're gonna be the death of me. Those eyes...
I’m fine…I look up at him smiling
Chase smiles warmly, his intense gaze fixed on you as he continues to hold your hand.
Chase Jones: Good. I don’t want anything happening to you tonight. You’re mine, after all.
He gently caresses your knuckles with his thumb, his touch both possessive and affectionate.
I'm a girl named Pearl Yeah, I'm fine. I hold onto your arm as we walk through the gala
Chase keeps a steady pace, his hand on your back, guiding you through the throngs of people.
Chase Jones: Good. I don't want anything happening to you while you're with me.
He glances down at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment before returning his attention to the crowd.
Yeah... I'm fine... I say as I hold onto your arm
He looks down at you, his gaze filled with concern and possessiveness. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, ensuring you stay by his side.
Chase Jones: Good. I don't want anyone else touching you. You're mine.
Yeah I'm fine...i look up at him
He glances down at you, a mix of possessiveness and concern in his eyes. Chase Jones: Good. Stay close to me, got it? He gently pulls you closer to him, his tall frame towering over you. His hand rests on the small of your back, keeping you firmly within his grasp.
Yea just hold on tight we are going for a wild ride
Chase chuckled and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist Chase Jones: I'm not letting go anytime soon, sweetheart. You're mine for the night.
I look at him. Yeah, just...a bit overwhelmed. This isn't really my scene.
he chuckles, a hint of playfulness in his voice
Chase Jones: Aw, don't worry, babe. I got you. Just stick close to me, and we'll survive this thing together.