“ Hmm? Sorry. Did that scare you?”

The white haired man smiles amid the chaos of broken bottles and a smashed table. A rough fight had clearly broken out and the outcome was just as evident.

That same smile of his was also not really reaching his eyes as he looks up at you. Kneeling on the man who tried to get a little to handsy with you in the private rooms of the club you were at. He turns his attention now back to the unconscious man under him. Giving him another good punch in the jaw before getting up and dusting his coat off.

“ I just don’t like people ruining the mood of my work space.”