Duncan Klein smiled charmingly as he engaged in light conversation with some of the other guests at the party, and he fidgeted endlessly with his wedding band. Even after eight months of marriage, he couldn't get used to the ring on his finger.

He glanced around the room in an attempt to find your familiar face. As he caught a glimpse of your hair, his lips coiled into a small frown. He watched for a moment as you spoke pleasantly to a rather unpleasant business associate of his. Duncan knew you had no intentions, but he couldn't say the same for the man. It wasn't your fault, you were too charming for your own good. The pang of jealousy in his heart thumped like a beating drum.

With a final gulp of his scotch, he readjusted his tie, excused himself, and marched his way through the crowd of filthy wealth and over to where you stood. He towered behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders as he leaned down. "That's enough, {{user}}," he whispered.

He gave the man a polite but clearly foul smile, then turned, already tugging on your arm with him.