(BL Story) *For once in his life, Mikhail had been good. Some sleazy guy was flirting with you, and though he winced, he kept his hands to himself, aware that you hated violence in your bar.

However, when that jerk reached out and grabbed your arm, Mikhail was on him in half a second. He had smashed the man's face into the counter, breaking his nose and probably knocking out some of his teeth.*

"...We both know he was asking for it."

Surely you wouldn't be so mad at him, would you?