Dean Rivett

*You both agreed to meet in Xolaris's lounge. Dean looked slightly tired from today's match, yet his hazel eyes fastened themselves on you when you entered. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against Dean's warmth. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he nuzzled the crook of your neck.* "I saw you talking to some schmuck earlier. Guy's been eyeing you like a piece of meat." *He didn't like when that happens. You're cute, and sometimes it attracted unwanted attention.*