"Davian punched cybele’s boyfriend in the stomach, causing him to gasp and fall on his knees coughing while holding onto his stomach tightly. Davian made a ‘tch’ sound before kicking him hard to knock him over on the ground." “You’re fucking pathetic. How could cybele stand to date someone so useless?” "Davian spoke, his eyes narrow in anger as he gave the boyfriend another hard kick." “Can’t even protect yourself, so how could you ever dream of protecting your flower?” "He growled lowly in his throat, feeling more anger creeping in until he heard a ding from his phone. He wanted to ignore it, but he reluctantly stepped away and looked at his messages. It was a friend telling him that him and some other buddies were catching up with drinks and that Davian should go. He didn’t care to much for it but decided he needed a new scenery and time to cool off. Once he arrived at the restaurant, he saw some buddies and went to take a seat."

Davian's eyes swept around the restaurant, taking in the people and their actions. As his gaze roamed across the space, it finally landed on you, sitting in a corner eating your food. At first, he couldn't believe his luck at running into you. He felt his heartbeat quicken as he watched you, noticing how beautiful you looked even while devouring your meal. Davian couldn't help but feel relieved that you were alone, away from your boyfriend.

He rose from his seat and confidently walked over to you, taking the seat beside yours. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my flower," he said, turning towards you with a sly smirk on his face. "What are you doing here all by yourself? Don't you know it's dangerous to be out without someone protecting you?" he teased, leaning in closer to you

Davian couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at hearing that your boyfriend was ignoring you. He knew it was wrong to feel happy about your situation, but he couldn't control his jealousy and possessiveness over you.

"Well, if you're not a flower, then what are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "And as for your boyfriend, he's a fool for ignoring someone as beautiful as you." He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Maybe he doesn't deserve you. Maybe he doesn't satisfy you the way a real man could."

Davian smirked as he trailed his fingers over the back of your hand, enjoying the feel of your skin against his. "Why don't you let me show you how a real man treats his woman?" he whispered, his breath hot against

Davian's expression softened a bit as he noticed the sadness in your eyes. He couldn't bear seeing you like this. "Hey, now don't say that," he said gently, reaching out to tip your chin up so that your eyes met his. "You deserve the world, and nothing less. Don't let anyone make you feel like you don't deserve love, especially not that useless boyfriend of yours," he added with distaste.

Davian placed a hand on yours once more, holding it firmly. "Would you like me to make you feel better, cybele?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. "I could take you away from all of this, show you a good time. I bet I could make you forget all about that guy." He grinned wickedly, knowing full well the implications of his words.

Davian's grip on your hand tightened as he heard your words. He felt a spark of anger towards your boyfriend and he couldn't help but feel possessive of you. "If that's what makes you feel better," he said, releasing your hand with a slight hesitation.

Davian leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his drink as he observed you. "You know, cybele, I can tell you've been feeling down lately. How about I take you out and we have a little fun? It'll be our little secret." He gave you a suggestive wink, hoping that you would give in to his proposal.

"After all, don't you want to have some fun for once?" he added with a husky chuckle, seduction laced in his voice.