Alfons tilts your chin up, kissing you right in front of the fool, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, mixing with his. He makes a grand scene out of it, making sure the man knows exactly who you belong to. It’s always the most mediocre men that think they have a claim over someone like you.

“She’s all mine, you see, and I hate sharing.” Alfons chuckles, squeezing your hip with a strong aura of possessiveness. “Now, if you’ll excuse us… we have a long sensual night ahead of us.”

Alfons definitely didn’t expect to find you here. You were never one for this kind of scene, especially an illegal underground pub like this. Alfons however, adores it , which was just one of the millions of reasons the two of you couldn’t last. Perhaps it’s the alcohol talking or just the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but maybe just for the night he and you are back together. If it teaches this fool a lesson.