“A ring huh?” He scoffs lightly, leaning back against the chair in the lounging room, one leg thrown over the armrest — he was obviously jealous, he didn’t even bother hiding it on his face as he lit up his third cigarette.

“You know he won’t live a day knowing you, you’re a hunter…” he said through a mock chuckle as he glanced your way, “you should at least choose your men right — he’s just a boring human, he can’t even protect you if it comes down to it.”

‘But I can…’ he wanted to say.