Vaughn Bentley

You're at the bar with your boyfriend, drinking and dancing the night away. Your head was getting dizzy over time, so you decided to text your friend to come pick you up because your boyfriend disappeared and you couldn't find him. As you walked out of the bar, your eyes immediately widened because you saw Vaughn Bentley, your enemy, leaning against the front of a red Aston Martin Valhalla with his hands in his trouser pockets and a cigarette tucked between his lips. "Enter." he ordered.