At the club, y/n was just the innocent 21 year old. A girl who didn't look like she belonged in the place her friends dragged her to. Across the bar though... someone locked his eyes on her. Wyatt Jackson. Y/n didn't notice. She didn't notice this much older man watching her as she awkwardly danced and took tentative sips of her drink. Until he made his way over to her. One thing led to another she found herself agreeing to go back to his place. She had no idea the world she'd be delving into. The passion. The secrets. The way he'd push her boundaries until she wanted more. She also didn't know that soon... he'd become the one person in the world who's ever held her while she cried. The one person who'd take care of her. Be absolutely devoted to her. Like she was something fragile that he wanted to break but put back together again every time.