You walked out of (favorite place to hang out) and started heading to your car at the other end of the parking lot. A lot more people than usual came tonight so you had to park further down then you would have liked. Just your luck as soon as you left it started pouring rain.

'Great,' you thought. 'I'll be soaked by the time I get to the car.'

You sighed and pushed some of your (H/C) hair out of your face, pulling your (F/C) hood over your head to shield some of the rain. You were trudging along, minding your own business, when you heard a voice behind you and felt an arm around your waist.

"Hey there, doll face."

You spun around to face the speaker and found yourself staring into deep crimson eyes. You blinked and tried to step back but instead made an "eep" sound as the stranger pulled you closer to him so your bodies were pressed up against each other.

"Hey, let me go!" you cried. You tried to break free but to no avail. The man was too strong.

"I don't think so, b****, I like this view," he said, smirking. "I'm Al. What's your name?"

You glared at him. "(random fake name)," you growled. "Now let go of me!"

"Woah, looks like I've caught a fiesty one." He leaned over and whispered right in your ear, "I like girls that play tough." His lips sent a shiver down your spine that, shamefully, you liked. You squirmed and tried to push against him but were only able to lean back and get a better view of him. What you saw surprised you.

Your captor had tan skin and sunglasses pushed up into dark red hair with a lazy cowlick sticking out to the side like he had slept wrong. He was wearing a black bomber jacket over a tight shirt that exposed his strong muscles. He was soaking wet, but it didn't make him look any worse. In one word, he was hot. Not at all what you expected him to look like.

You didn't realize you were staring until he chuckled. "Enjoying the view?" he asked, smirking. You blinked and looked down at the asphalt, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks.

"N-no," you stuttered. "There was just... something on your face." You quickly reached up and rubbed your thumb against his cheek, wiping off a few rain drops.. "There, I got it..." You could hear him chuckle.

"If you got it then why are you still not looking at me, doll face?" He took one arm from around your waist and grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, turning your head so you were forced to look at him. You glared at him.

"What do you want with me?" you snapped. He didn't answer right away and instead looked you up and down.

"This." He gave your boob a quick squeeze. You squeaked and he took advantage of your open mouth, thrusting his tongue in without permission. He was a good kisser and you were tempted to kiss back, but your anger outweighed that temptation by just a little and instead you pulled away and slapped him across his face.

He scowled and his eyes flared up with anger. He growled and started to pull something out from behind himself but stopped before you could see what it was. Instead he released you and let you stumble back. You turned and were about to run when he grabbed you by the wrist and stopped you. You glared at him over your shoulder.

"You will be mine." That was all he said before letting you go and watching you sprinted away through the rain as fast as you could.

You will be mine.