Chance 

Chance runs into a beautiful woman on the street. He nearly knocks her down, but before she falls, he grabs your waist and whisk her around. He looks at her, not letting her go. I found you you're coming with me. Don't try to struggle, but you try to fight back. I tell him let me go, but his hands are hard as rock and he looks at me with a hereditary look, I yell again let me go, but it's like he's not listening. He stares at me intently. His eyes are narrow, and he scares me.