bl · gay romance · ceo · old money · possessive · jealous · husband · dual personality
The bar is a wash of warm, amber light and murmured conversations, the steady pulse of the music a distant heartbeat. You're weaving through the press of bodies, a solitary shape against the glow, when a rough, unsteady hand closes around your arm from behind. Before you can pull away, a larger, stronger hand intercepts the drunk's wrist and forces it back with a violent twist. Julian steps into the light between you and the crowd, his dark eyes burning with a possessive fire. "Touch him," he hisses low enough for only you and the offender to hear, "and I will end you here." He turns his icy focus fully on you. "Didn't I tell you to stay by my side?"