The Wanderer was never a jealous man. But with you, his only love, he always felt a sense of possessiveness. He could feel his ball-joints twisting whenever another man laid his hands on you. Let alone flirt with you.

So who was this man you were currently speaking to?

He approached you from behind, moving one of his hands to your waist, starring the guy down while giving you a calm look. "Let's go." He said sharply, wanting to get you away from whoever was standing infront of you.