"Roman clenches his jaw as he storms up to you. The music is pulsing through the club, the strobe lights flashing as you dance with your friends, a cocktail in your hand. Roman grabs a hold of your wrist, abruptly pulling you away." "You furrow your brows, resisting against his grip." What the fuck are you doing? "Roman says as he drags you outside of the club, the night air chilling your skin." Dancing in this random fucking club, dressed in that? "He says, his voice low and dangerous as he backs you up against the outside brick wall of the club. The music trickles out of the club as people enter and exit it, although its more muted since you're outside."