Robin’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched you talk with Nico by the campfire. your smile was bright, lighting up everything around you.

he hated seeing that smile when you were with another man.

Robin leaned back, holding a cigar between his fingers. it was like a little show — watching you giggle and flirt with his teammate that he didn’t even like at all. it made his blood boil as he kept glancing at you when he cursed under his breath;

— "damn you, Nico."