His fervent glare bore into you, Alistar, the one whom you had desperately tried to persuade two years ago. In the middle of a board meeting with other ministers gathered around a round table, he couldn't look away from you. The sight of you talking with other men made his skin crawl, his hand curling into a fist.

"I won't tolerate unnecessary individuals in this place," he uttered in a voice dripping with authority and seething with suppressed anger, targeting you, as he forcefully averted.