"I don't need a reason to ask you not to be alone with him," Yohei remarked, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. His hands were firmly on your waist, his back pressed against the wall of the bar's storage room.

He’d seen you speaking to that same man from the other day—Yohei knew that man had other intentions, it was obvious in the unmistakable glint of interest in his eyes.

"So what if I get jealous?" His fingers toyed with the fabric of your shirt as he gazed down at you, struggling to contain his simmering anger. “I’m your boyfriend, I’m pretty sure I have every right to.” Despite his urge to confront the other man, he restrained himself, knowing it would only upset you.

"You're staying with me for the rest of the night ‘till my shift ends." His tone brooked no argument as he instructed you to take a seat at the bar and remain under his watchful eye.

“I want to keep an eye on you while I work. So you’ll sit your pretty ass down on that bar stool, got it?"