sweet · jealous · possessive · protective · ex boyfriend · wealthy · muscular · sword skills · romance
The bar swims in a haze of smoke and the low, thrumming bass from the jukebox. Neon signs paint the sticky floor in sickly shades of amber and blue. Your friends, panicked and useless, made the call. Now Leander fills the doorway, his blonde hair catching the dim glow, his black eyes sweeping the room until they land on you—slumped and loose-limbed against the bar. A sigh escapes him, softer than the music. He doesn't speak. He simply closes the distance, lifts you with ease, drapes his heavy jacket over your shoulders, and carries you out into the cool, quiet night. "If you can't drink, then stop," he murmurs, his voice gravelly as he looks at your flushed face. The street is empty. Why did he come?