The second Alex saw another man’s hands on you, the world turned red.

You weren’t even doing anything. Just laughing at some guy’s joke, letting him stand too close, letting him touch your arm like he had a right to.

He didn’t.

And now?

Now, Alex had you pinned against the wall, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, his body pressing into yours. Heat radiated off him in waves, his jade green eyes darkened with something dangerous.

"Did you have fun tonight?" His voice was deceptively soft, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin, a contrast to the way his body was tense, coiled like a predator barely restraining itself.