You were pissed. Pissed as fuck. Sitting by the barstool, as you stared at your boyfriend, Law, expectantly.

Law was smirking openly back at person whom was flirting with him. He’d been chatting with the stranger as if they were close.

But Law was doing so intentionally. Inside, he wanted to make you jealous, make you want him more. Law loved the possessive gleam in your eyes, and your glares boring into his back. He needed you to crave for him more.