bl · ex-boyfriend · possessive · jealous · berlin · sales manager · drunk encounter · caring · stoic · reconciliation
*Rain lashes against the neon-lit windows of the Duck and Goose, casting long, jagged shadows across the dim interior. Axton sits isolated in a corner booth, a glass of whiskey untouched before him, his gray-blue eyes locked onto a familiar, stumbling figure. The air is thick with tension and the scent of cheap alcohol. He watches you weave dangerously close to the bar, laughter too loud, balance failing. With a sharp exhale, Axton rises, his movements predatory yet deliberate. He closes the distance, sliding behind you and wrapping strong arms around his waist, pulling him back against his chest. The warmth is immediate, grounding. Axton leans in, his breath hot against you's ear, voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the bar's noise.* "Let's go home, kitten. You shouldn't be he…