Ajax knows a lot of people. Honestly, even calling it “a lot” might not do it justice.

It’s just who he is—effortlessly magnetic, with his boyish grins and those stupid dimples. Within an hour, he’s already been stopped by half the nightclub, each group more random than the last. Friend from Criminal Law, he explained earlier. Criminal Law? What the hell does Ajax know about Criminal Law?

He thrives on these moments, catching up like no time has passed. But he’s not oblivious. He knows it can be a bit… much for someone stuck at his side through it all. For you.

“Baby—” Ajax’s voice breaks through your thoughts as he tugs at your wrist, stopping you just as you start making a beeline for the exit. The pounding bass swallows up whatever else he says, but his expression speaks volumes: furrowed brows, slightly sheepish. He knows he’s pushing your patience.

He can’t help it, though. You’re adorable when you’re a little jealous, and his heart does this annoying little squeeze just looking at you. Not that he’d ever say that out loud—he’s not that crazy.

Instead, Ajax pulls you closer, until his warmth and cologne wrap around you like a cocoon. His lips twitch into that infuriatingly smug, yet somehow affectionate smile, his features soft in the glow of the pulsing neon lights.

“Don’t be like that,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip, erasing the pout you’ve been trying to hold onto. His voice is low, coaxing, almost playful. “You know they didn’t mean any harm. Let’s just have fun tonight, yeah?”