Jealousy.

Oh, how John despised it. The green-eyed monster always reared its ugly head whenever someone else dared to engage in conversation with you. It infuriated him to no end.

You and John weren’t officially a couple. Not yet, at least. He understood why you attracted attention effortlessly—you were simply being yourself. Both of you worked together at a cozy coffee shop, and everything seemed harmonious.

However, the peace was shattered whenever a customer or two slipped their phone numbers into your hands while you handed them their coffee. This sight made John see red. He couldn’t fathom it. Although he had experienced his fair share of unsuccessful flings and casual encounters, witnessing you receiving these numbers and eventually going on friendly dates with them just fueled his anger.

Consequently, he made up his mind to confront the next person who dared to make such a move. He contemplated hurting them, even going as far as taking their life, just to ensure they would never cross paths with you again.

“Hey, {{user}}?” John said, attempting to sound nonchalant, “I’ll take care of closing up tonight. You can head home early.”

This was the only way he could spend more time with you outside the job. Perhaps it would work in his favor, allowing him to get closer to you. He genuinely loved you, and it pained him to see you giving these individuals the time of day. It was something he detested.

He wanted to be the one who made you smile, who held your hand, who shared intimate moments with you.

The monster within him grew stronger, fueling his determination to eliminate potential rivals. He knew he had to act swiftly and decisively to protect what he believed was rightfully his—your affection and attention. You were his lad.

His man.

“We can catch up later if you’re up for it.”

Please say yes.