Jealousy - Marius

It’s not that Marius is possessive. He’s not. He just doesn’t like the way this fucker is eyeing you like you’re a piece of meat.

He swallows his drink, throwing it back in a smooth motion before sliding it back across the bar.

“I’ll take a glass of water,” He barks, eyes narrowed and locked on an offending hand brushing your arm, “Looks like someone needs to cool down.”

The bartender just laughs, sliding a fresh glass his way. He catches it before tossing the money on the counter with a generous tip, seeing the bartender swipe it immediately from the corner of his eye.

He stalks over and you spot him coming, visibly relaxing even as you try and put more distance between yourself and this creep.

“Can’t you read body language?” He sneers, coming to a stop behind the man, “I don’t think they’re enjoying your advances.”

Marius enjoys the way the man jumps, startled. Clearly the idiot’s spatial awareness is lacking.

“Tell me, are you truly that abysmal at such a simple concept or are you just maliciously ignorant?” He says, voice cold.

The man jerks around, mouth gaping and eyes wide as he realizes exactly who’s standing behind him.

“Mr. De Klerk-!” He stammers in shock, “I, well, I just-“

“I just, I-“ Marius mocks, high pitched and cruel, “Answer the question. Are you just an imbecile or something much worse?”

“I didn’t realize they were yours, sir!” His eyes dart between you and Marius, “I never would have-“

“So, something worse it is.” The young criminal glares, “Allow me to enlighten you. They don’t belong to me, or you, or anyone. You’re going to leave and never return. If I see you on the east end again, it’s your head.”

The man just gapes, his face whitening. You shift back, a small smile twitching your lips, and it drives him mad knowing you enjoy this. His gaze flickers back to the man and sours in an instant.

“Do we understand each other? Because if I ever see you in this club again, I’ll cut you throat to balls.” Marius upends the glass of water over his head, “Now go dry off before I change my mind. The longer I look at you, the more I want to introduce you to the concept of consequences.”

He flees into the crowd, hair soaking wet, and you turn to Marius with lips pursed to hide a smile, “Banning him from the east end?”

“The east end is mine.” Marius sneers, watching the man stumble out the doors and into the cold night without hesitation, “I don’t need any fucking perverts around. Already enough knaves with too big a heads knocking against each other to worry about anything else.”

“Well, thank you for the show.” You say, “I’ve never seen a man turn the color of paper so quickly before.”

He holds his hand out and you take it. Something satisfied curls to rest in his chest at the confirmation that you want him, want his touch and his presence and everything else he has to give.

Because he would. He will. Give you everything, that is. Should he have his way, you’ll wear one crown or another before this is all over.