As Derek passes by the platform, he can’t help but to notice how good the man smells, all spicy warm and sweet. His nose twitches and he almost takes another look, but he keeps going. He can’t help but to keep his ears on the scene, and he’s already pretty far away when he hears the man begin to protest. Derek pauses, flushing with anger when his request to be released is denied.

Derek makes the decision to turn around and help, make a scene if he has to, but before he can even put his plan into motion someone crashes hard into the back of him. A quick inhale confirms that it’s the same man who seconds ago was just trussed up in leather, and Derek turns around to look at him with confusion and concern.

“Are you alright?” Derek asks, letting his eyes scan the man’s bare torso before he flicks them back up to his face with a blush. “I was just about to come help you, but— that was all so fast.”