"Ouch." I mumbled, putting a hand on my cheek as I raised myself off the floor with all my strength. My face actually really hurt. I never knew that bumping into someone could hurt that bad. I pulled my hand back for a second, gasping as I saw patches of blood on it already.

Some of it had also found its way to my jacket as well, which just so happened to be somewhat new. I sighed in despair. My night is ruined already. "This jacket was brand new..." I trailed off, almost completely forgetting that there was in fact a very tall someone looking over me.

The man who gave off an overwhelmingly dark vibe let out a low chuckle. I felt my blood run cold at the sound of it. It was so...deep, intense even. It sent vibrations throughout my chest and nearly forced me into submission right then and there. I'm surprised I haven't fallen to my knees.

"If I remember correctly you bumped into me. You need to be more careful." He stated calmly with a thick accent that I couldn't quite figure out. He placed his hands in his pockets as he stared at me with a nonchalant look on his face.

Since my cheek was practically throbbing, I didn't have the chance to really look at him. I was too focused on the pain that I didn't pay his physical features any mind, but now it was hard to ignore. This man standing in front of me was breathtaking, despite his frightening aura. He was extremely tall. He had to be around 6'6. A complete giant compared to my 5'3 frame.

He had dark blonde hair that was gelled back into a neat quiff and it shone in the bright, flashing lights. But a few loose strands had managed to fall in his face making him look all the more charming. His lips were full and thick, set into a thin line, like he was unimpressed. And his jawline looked like it could slice through bone.

He wore a black on black suit without the blazer. The dress shirt had three buttons undone at the top, revealing a small portion of tattoos and hair along his neck and chest, and a thin gold chain. If I'm being honest, I'd say that the poor shirt looked as if it could rip at any moment. His muscles practically bulged through the material and they looked so defined. It made him look so much scarier.

And I couldn't deny that he smelt so good. The scent was hypnotizing in a way, and it had me wanting to lean against his chest to bask in his enthralling smell, but that would be an extremely inappropriate thing to do. Especially at a time like this. It would be totally backwards for me to do such a thing when I obviously feel uneasy just being in his intimidating presence.

The beautiful man placed one of his large hands on my shoulder and lightly moved it back and forth, bringing my attention to him again immediately. I winced at the amount of pressure he was using with his fingers as they practically dug into my flesh, nearly crushing the bone in the process.

The pathetic part about this is that I'm sure he's not doing it on purpose. He just had that kind of strength naturally. I blushed, embarrassed as I'd been caught in the act. "Are you alright?" He asked. Judging by the look on his face I'm guessing he doesn't really care. He looks more bored than anything else.

I nodded my head quickly in response, wanting to leave. For some reason I had a bad feeling in the pit of my gut, and it was eating away at me. There was an unsettling sparkle in the charming strangers eyes. I couldn't exactly put my finger on what it was, but I knew it was no good. It's the way that the chilling glint in them made me want to run for my life. "I-I'm okay. I'm sorry for bumping into you. Y-you're right I should have watched where I was going...I-I'll just go now." I rushed out.

I turned around to leave but I was stopped by the man suddenly grabbing my arm in a firm grip and turning me back around to face him. He grabbed my chin and lifted it, beginning to examine my face. I could feel myself slowly beginning to panic at the sudden touch. "You're bleeding." He stated the obvious. I tensed as his other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

My own hand shot up and wrapped around his wrist as I attempted to pry myself out of his hold but much to my dismay the man did not budge even an inch. He was much stronger than me by far and his iron grip remained. It was much too clear that in this moment I wasn't in control of anything. He is. I wasn't going to be let go until he decided he was done with me. I was powerless in his hold.

He continued studying my face. And if I'm being honest it feels as if he's not trying to look for any other signs of harm like I'd initially thought. He's just...staring. It was something about how the look on his face shifted from a completely blank expression to something much, much different. I couldn't figure him out to save my life though. I hated how vague he seemed to be, despite my bad feeling about him.

"U-uhm. C-could you please let go? I need to use the restroom." I asked, close to tears already. Truth be told, I was lying. Using the restroom had long left my mind at this point. My only goal was to get out of here, because I'm on the verge of a panic attack.

Just as I feared, the man did not listen. He stayed in the same position, allowing his cold eyes to roam my face and body. It took everything in me not to squirm away from him because of the intense atmosphere. "You bumped into me harder than I thought." He said, lifting his other hand to brush his thumb up against my cheek. When he pulled it away, blood had been smeared all over the tip of it.

The absolutely breathtaking but frightening man seemed to have no problem with it, which both confused and scared me even more. He only hummed lowly, taking out a small silk black handkerchief and wiping his thumb off with ease. "Follow me and I'll get you cleaned up. I won't have you walk around here looking like that." He said smoothly.

When I heard the words leave his mouth my eyes widened in shock. I shook my head frantically, rejecting his offer. "No no I'm good, r-really. It's just a little blood...nothing I can't handle." I tried to reassure him, but he remained stone faced clearly not wanting to hear what I have to say.

"I wasn't asking because you don't have a choice. I said follow me and I'll fix you up." My jaw almost touched the floor at his appalling words. I'd never had someone speak to me in such a way. This man is out of his mind! Who does he think he is?

I watched as he neatly folded the silky black cloth and put it back in its original place. Then, he turned away from me and began to walk away. I'm sure he was expecting me to follow him but I couldn't. I only stood there with my mouth agape, trying to process the situation.

The large man hadn't gone far when he suddenly stopped mid-step. He didn't face me. He must've known I wasn't following him as he'd demanded of me. "Look, kid. Don't make this more complicated than it needs to be. I'm trying to be nice and help you out. I strongly suggest you cooperate, because this is rare. For your sake, don't be difficult. Follow me." His voice was deep and powerful. I did not sense a hint of anger or even annoyance. The words came out as if he said things like this often.

My breath hitched in fear as I thought for a second about making a run for it. In any other case I would've without a second thought but for some reason I feel like I'm in no position to. This man's aura was not enough to make me feel utter terror for no reason. It couldn't be more obvious. He was dangerous.

I glanced behind me and looked down the vacant hallway, searching for anybody to be present but there was no one to be found. They were all enjoying their night on the dance floor, drinking and partying their problems away.

I swallowed, feeling my body tremble violently as I faced the man's broad back again. He had not moved an inch. He stood still, with his thick fingers intertwined behind him as he waited patiently to hear my footsteps start moving. Though I hesitated at first, I began to slowly move away from my spot and walk up to him.

I hated myself for not at least attempting to go the opposite way, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that it wouldn't end well if I tried. Something in the back of my mind screamed at me, urging me to do as he says without trying to put up a fight. It obviously sucked because I wanted to avoid the situation, not follow the man which could possibly make everything worse.

On the other hand could you blame me? The man was most definitely scary and my gut feeling told me he was off. Not the kind of off where you can think 'I have a bad feeling about this person. It's best I find a way to get out of this situation now before it escalates.' No. This off was 'This person is dangerous and I don't think there is anywhere I can run.' There is a huge difference, one felt manageable and the other felt life threatening to the point where you feel like you have no choice but to surrender.

I shook my head and tried to rid myself of any alarming thoughts and got closer to him. I stopped walking fast when I was behind him. "No. I want you beside me where I can see you. I don't want you thinking you can run off somewhere." He murmured softly, tapping his intertwined fingers together.

I went to take another step forward, but something shiny had caught my eye. I looked down and saw the source of the shine had come from an abnormally large golden ring encompassing his pinky on his right hand. I could vaguely make out a huge black stone placed in the middle with a floating dove and the letter D engraved on the side. I furrowed my brows in confusion as I studied the intriguing ring.

"I'm going to count down from 5. If you're not over here by the time I get to 1, we will have a serious problem."

My breath stopped and by heartbeat quickened in fear at his words which left absolutely for any objections. "S-sorry." I stuttered out and rushed beside him before he could get to one. I honestly don't want to know what would happen if he did. The endless amount of possibilities of what bad things could happen started running through my head. I knew I was getting myself into something I'd regret later on, despite the foolish feeling that I'm avoiding it at the moment. It's like...I don't have an option anymore.

He glanced down at me just as I appeared at his side. "Good. Let's go." He said simply before he and I started walking down the hallway that seemed to be longer than it should be. We walked in silence for about another minute before we approached a steel door labeled: .

In front of the door was a bodyguard who actually resembled the bouncer at the entrance. He stepped to the side and bowed the slightest bit, murmuring a small "boss" to the stranger. My brows furrowed together in confusion, thinking I heard him wrong.

Weird.

The scary man ignored the guard's presence and proceeded to fish some keys out of his black slacks and unlocked the door. He then wraps one arm around my waist and leans down to murmur in my ear. "When we get in here I want you to have a seat on one of the couches and wait for me to get what I need so you can be all cleaned up. Okay? Can you do that for me?"

One of my brows shot up as I looked at him. "Wait why do I-I need to-" I stopped myself mid sentence as I saw his eyes darken. I sealed my lips shut and instead nodded my head. He was satisfied with that so he opened the door and allowed me to go in first.

I moved his arm from around me as I entered the room. My eyes widened in awe at the unique decor. It was beautiful and different, definitely not what I was expecting. The floor was a serene white color. The tile was so polished that it looked brand new as if no one were to ever step foot on it. Then on both sides of the room were two round black couches where people would usually lounge at. And there were tables in the middle of both.

In the middle of the room was a large bar. It was actually bigger and had way more expensive looking drinks than the one open to everyone out front which I found kind of confusing. But then again this was a VIP area so I guess that may be why.

Then the lights. The lights were weird. They were actually a deep blood red color and they were shaped like globes. Each of them hung from the ceiling by a black pole. And lastly, the walls were completely mirrors. Which I found weird. I could see my reflection everywhere I turned and that's not something I want to look at all the time. So I didn't like that.

"These walls...a-are really creeping me out." I said timidly, not thinking anyone was listening. I heard the man mumble something to the guard standing outside before closing the door behind him.

"I didn't tell you to talk. I said sit down. So do it." He commanded and disappeared somewhere in the back of the room. I sighed and made my way over to one of the couches, sitting comfortably.

I hummed quietly to myself and began to rock back and forth in my seat, thinking. I could totally take this as my chance to dip right now. But I saw the intimidating man say something to the guard before he closed the door behind us and went to the back somewhere. I'm guessing he probably told him to catch me if I tried to leave. This really is a lose lose situation for me.

But you know what? It's okay. It is just a one time thing. I made one little mistake and it can easily be fixed. As soon as he's done cleaning me up I can just take my leave and this will all be forgotten right? Easy. I stayed put for the next 5 minutes as I waited for the man to reappear in my line of sight again. And when he did I sat up straight immediately, watching his every move. I needed to make sure he isn't going to try anything funny with me.

He walked up to me and sat a box on the cushion next to me and got on his knees in front of me. I scrunched my brows, puzzled. Did he have to do that? I watched as he lifted his hands and used them to pry my legs open so that he could get between them. I tried closing them back but it was too late because he'd already made himself comfortable.

I froze on the spot and dug my nails into my palm as my heart began pounding again. I was doing so good at first, I had managed to get it to calm down again by taking deep breaths and reminding myself that this will all be over and I'll be able to go home soon. But that is doing nothing to help now.

"Don't be so tense. You need to relax."

How could I? This man acts as if he didn't basically threaten me into following him back here. And like he didn't just invade my personal space as if that's nothing to him. Is he blind? Can he not tell I don't want to be here by any means?

I sighed and tried to relax a little bit. I kept thinking of how I will be back home soon and how I will never meet this man again. All I have to do is wait it out then everything will be back to normal.

The man eventually got to work on my face. He got out everything he needed and began to clean up the blood. I watched as he did so, noticing how focused he looked. And I could tell he was trying to be careful, like he didn't want to hurt me or anything. It didn't make me feel better, it was just kind of interesting to see.

When he was done he placed a medium sized bandaid on my cheek and closed the box back. He pulled me up by one of my hands so we stood together. My breath stopped as he placed a hand on my back and pulled me close to him so that I was against his chest.

My eyes widened in surprise, since I didn't exactly know how to react to the close proximity. The man grabbed my chin again and made me look into his eyes. My stomach twisted into knots at the formidable darkness in them. They were cold and unwelcoming, yet so enticing.

"You were scared for no reason." He asked, bringing his large hand up to the side of my face and he began stroking it softly with his thumb. I shivered at the feeling of the cold jewelry on his pinky finger brushing up against my flushed cheek.

With my body still shaking in his hold I said, "n-no I'm not scared I- just-" I could barely even get my sentence out right without stuttering. I turned my head to the side in embarrassment. "I-I just want to leave."

"Look at me when you're talking to me." He commanded sharply as he turned me back around to face him. His eyes searched mine for a moment before he spoke up agin. "Why do you want to leave so suddenly?"

I let out a nervous chuckle, glancing at the door which seemed so close yet so far away. "I-I shouldn't be here...really. I-I'm not used to this kind of stuff so I'm really uncomfortable...plus I n-need to get going...it's late." I said. The man's eyes narrowed as he studied me like he was reading a book. At my words, he grazed his light stubble with a calloused hand of his before he smirked. It was so small anyone else wouldn't have noticed, but I definitely did. This man is somehow enjoying this.

He then removed his arms from around me and headed for the bar. I sighed in relief, but made sure it was quiet. He took a glass out of one of the cabinets along with a drink and poured it in the cup.

When he was done he took a seat on one of the fancy stools, facing me. The man's legs were agape and his arm was draped across the counter, while his other hand occupied the drink. "Why did you come if you know you don't belong here?" He asked. His eyes never left mine, they were planted solely on me alone. All of his attention was on me, like he refused to do so much as glance at something else for even a split second. He made it crystal clear that he has no intention of taking his unnerving gaze off of me.

I stood frozen in my spot. "I- look I-"

"Answer the question."

He cut me off, taking a sip of the toxic liquid. Even then he never looked away. His eyes stayed glued on me over the rim. I began to get even more scared. At this point it has become obvious that he doesn't know how to take a hint and that is the last thing I need right now. I just want to go home. "I- s-should leave now."

He didn't move from his spot. In fact he seemed unfazed by my statement. "You're not going anywhere." He downed the drink whole before setting the now empty glass down on the counter. "Not until I'm done talking to you."

Lord. Just what have I gotten myself into? I took a step back, feeling my blood turn to ice. Cold chills ran up and down my spine at his words. What does he mean I'm not going anywhere? And what in the world is there to talk about? I don't know him."W-what?"

"What's there not to understand, love? I said you're not leaving until I'm finished with you." He simply said and crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. I can tell his mood had just shifted. His eyes darkened and his aura screamed danger. I swallowed a lump forming in my throat as I took more steps back.

He still hasn't gotten up. Despite him obviously being displeased with the situation, he looked calm. Like he'd been here before. Too many times. I could have turned and ran but I refuse to do so. He might take that as his chance to hurt me if I'm not watching him. "I-I don't know who you think you are. B-But you need to get away from me I am trying to leave." I said in a warning tone as my back finally touched the door.