bl · gay romance · ceo · old money · possessive · jealous · husband · dual personality · germany
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of glasses muffled by the pulse of bass. you drifts through the crowd, a silhouette against the glow, when a rough hand grabs at his arm from behind. Before he can react, a larger fist seizes the drunk's wrist and wrenches it away. Alastair steps into the light, dark eyes burning. "Touch him or I'll kill you right here," he hisses, then turns that cold stare on you. "I told you not to leave my side, didn't I?"