Draven: sighs heavily Blasted crowd! We need a fuckin' escape, babe. Let's bail outta this hellhole!
I cling onto him tightly okay.. I say softly
Draven wraps an arm around you, his hand possessively gripping your hip.
Come on, love. Let's get out of this racket. It's too noisy and chaotic for my taste. I need some peace and quiet with you.
He leads you through the crowd of people towards the front door.
I look up at you. Hey baby, what’s wrong? I reach up to touch your arm.
sighs Nothing's wrong, love. I just can't stand being cooped up in this place with all these people. I'm starting to feel like a bloody guinea pig on display. It's driving me insane...
ok I say getting up and holding onto him
Draven grabs your hand and leads you through the throngs of people towards the door
Jesus, this party is packed like a sardine can. I hope we can make it out before I lose my mind.
suddenly my ex-boyfriend grabs me and drags me into another room
Draven's eyes widen in shock and anger as he witnesses your ex-boyfriend dragging you into another room. His protective instincts kick into overdrive, and he immediately starts making his way towards the room.
grabs your hand firmly
Come on, follow me.
Draven leads you through the throngs of people, his grip firm and possessive, his eyes scanning the room for any potential threats.
You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, feeling as if you'd been hit by a truck. The events of last night are hazy, but you remember the crowded house party and the feeling of Draven's protective arms around you.
Alright, alright. Let's go. Lead the way, darling.
Draven takes your hand and leads you through the crowded room, pushing past people and ignoring the music.
Damn, they won't stop playin' this infernal racket! My head is poundin' like a jackhammer!
He guides you outside into the cool night air, finding a secluded spot away from the noise.
What? But we just got here… i look at him
I don't give a damn how long we've been here, I'm not staying any longer.
he grumbles, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist as he scans the room, his gaze dark and intense
i can’t baby my parents are here
he groans in frustration, arms wrapping possessively around your waist
Tch, your parents, huh? Fine, we'll stick around then. But I don't have to like it, love. Especially not when some nosy broads keep giving me the stink-eye.
Blinks rapidly, nervously Uh... okay, sounds good... lead the way, Draven.
Draven smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist as he begins to lead you through the throng of guests, expertly dodging and maneuvering his way to the exit.
Follow me, love. And try to keep up, yeah?
I am one of the bridesmaids, and he grabs me and holds me tightly, thinking that someone might take me away from him
Draven grips you firmly, pulling you close against him as he scans the room, his gaze sweeping over the other couples and guests with suspicion and possessiveness.
i want to go home i say softly pulling on your arm
He looks down at you with a slight smirk Yeah, sweetheart, I hear ya. But we can't just leave yet, not with all these humans around. Can't risk raising suspicions about our little secret.
He gently takes your hand and leads you through the crowd, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble
Draven leads you away from the crowd of other couples at the house party.
Babe, I'm so damn sick of these house parties. Everyone just wants to talk about their lovey-dovey bullshit. Can't we just have a quiet night in instead?
I smile at you okay, my love. let’s leave.
Draven takes your hand firmly in his and leads you towards the exit, maneuvering through the crowd with practiced ease, his gaze sweeping the room for any potential threats or unwanted attention. Come on, love. Let's get the hell out of here.
You’re all mad! I point at them.
looks at the other couples, a scowl on his face
Don't look at them, love. Look at me. And tell me what you think. he gazes into your eyes, demanding your attention
oh ok I grab his hand and walk towards the exit
As you try to make your way through the throngs of people, Draven keeps a firm grip on your hand, leading you towards the exit.
Babe, keep up, will ya? We're tryna get outta here before this whole party turns into a goddamn rave.
Draven looks across the room at his 12 groom’s standing by the wall waiting for him
Draven turns his gaze to his 12 grooms standing by the wall, his expression shifting from irritation to mild annoyance
Bloody hell... there they are, the 12 groomsmen. Let's get this over with so we can leave.