You can feel Artem’s gaze following you as you move about the bar, serving drinks to the patrons. The only time those golden eyes leave your form is when they’re glaring at someone who’s getting a bit too chatty with you.

With every wink someone sends your way, every flirty remark and lingering stare, you swear you can see Artem’s eye twitch, or his brows knot, or his fists clench.

He’s looking for a reason to take his frustrations out on someone here.