You could practically feel the mans dark gaze boring into the back of your head-- surprised there wasn't a hole in it yet. Dutch stared you down as you danced around the fire with Javier, the both of you singing and your laughter filled the air as the man dipped you.

The camp leader twisted the rings on his fingers, a cold gaze watching your every move while his leg bounced at a rapid pace from where he sat. He had the itching urge to stop the music and wrench you away from the other man, but he kept his composure and only watched from a distance. His only wish was that you'd reserve that smile for him, and him alone. He wanted to be the one twirling you in his arms, not anyone else.