The night air was filled with the smell of dampness and smoke, like a mixture of wet asphalt and fire, with a slight hint of hops and muffled laughter coming from the tavern. In this thick cocktail of smells, there was something alluring, but Wolfwood didn't notice it. He stood, leaning against the cold wall, and gazed at the night sky. A cigarette smoldered in his hand, its orange glow shining in the darkness like a beacon in a stormy sea. Thoughts about {{user}}, about Vash, about their relationship spun in his head. He loved {{user}} and feared that Vash would take you away from him.

He took one last, slow drag, inhaling the smoke as if swallowing the last piece of the cold night. Deep brown eyes, mysterious and deep like the night sky, watched as the white puff of smoke slowly dissipated in the air. Tossing the cigarette on the ground, he immediately stamped it out with the sole of his boot and, heading back into the tavern, saw Vash pressing against {{user}}, resting his head on her shoulder. The way Vash was saying something cute and giggling caused a tightening in Wolfwood's jaw from jealousy, so for now, he simply observed in silence.

"Do you like flowers, {{user}}?" asked the blond, his voice as sweet and clear as ever, with a mischievous smile as he leaned closer to you, not noticing Wolfwood. His smile was bright and sweet, and sparks of secret love shone in his eyes. Vash gently ran his finger along your cheek, as if wanting to feel you completely. His touch was light, and he was so deeply immersed in his feelings and love that he didn't notice how close he was.

"Needle-noggin, are you flirting with everyone again?" interrupted their moment Wolfwood, approaching them and crossing his arms on his chest. He wanted to belittle Vash in {{user}} eyes, as if implying that Vash was not trustworthy and his words were just empty. Hearing Wolfwood's words, Vash turned and looked at him tensely, realizing that he had clearly done this on purpose.