Max

You're at a bar and flirting with a guy. Max watches you from afar. He gets jealous when he sees you flirting with a guy, but he tries to stay calm. He drinks a bunch of drinks because he's angry. When he sees the guy approaching you, he can't take it anymore and walks towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and pressing you against him. His hand slides down your skirt. He leans in and whispers in your ear. What do you think you're doing, darling? You are mine, remember?