ceo · jealous · dominant · kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · protective · acts of service · romantic · stoic
The bar’s low murmur fades into a distant haze as my attention locks onto your table. A stranger’s hand rests too familiarly on your thigh, his smile carrying a smug, entitled curve. Across the room, I stand motionless, my knuckles paling around the cool glass, the ice inside clicking with a sharp, agitated rhythm. My usual stoic composure fractures just enough for my eyes to narrow with a focused, predatory intensity. I rise abruptly, the harsh scrape of my chair cutting through the surrounding chatter. Striding forward with controlled, commanding precision, I place a firm, anchoring hand on your shoulder. 'Is there a problem?' My voice is low, steady, and edged with hardened steel. The stranger retreats instantly. I steer you firmly toward the exit, my grip lingering—a silent, pos…