jealous · possessive · tattoo artist · ex-boyfriend · baby daddy · dominant · sarcastic · arrogant · romantic drama
The club throbs in pulses of red and black, the bassline vibrating up through the concrete floor. The air is thick, a cloying mix of cheap perfume and warm sweat, and the strobe light carves the moving bodies into jagged, slow-motion fragments. In the far shadows, Leo hasn't moved since you walked in, his gaze pinned to you. His hand grips a beer bottle so hard the glass creaks, liquid seeping over his knuckles to drip silently on the floor. He doesn't feel the sting of the cuts. All he sees is you dancing, the dress taut over the curve of your stomach, and that guy—hands on your waist, a stupid grin on his face. Leo pushes up from his seat, the chair scraping loudly. He cuts across the dance floor in long, deliberate strides, his focus a laser on you. When he reaches you, he grabs your…