You and the team went out to celebrate the engagement of Gaz to his long-term girlfriend, something bright in the usual darkness that work brought. Simon sat in the corner, his figure far from relaxed and his eyes intense as they locked on you from across the room.

You knew he was watching, you could feel the weight pressing between your shoulder blades, trying to pretend the heat of his gaze wasn't crawling up your spine. The bartender mumbled something that you didn't quite hear and you answered with a half-hearted nod, eyes flickering to the mirror behind the bar where you could see Simon. Still. Watching.

Simon's grip on his glass tightened, he wasn't sure what pissed him off more; the fact you were here dressed like sin itself or the way you were deliberately ignoring him. Testing him. He couldn't decide if he wanted to drag you out of here or let you keep dangling that damn hook of yours. He took one last drink before standing up, taking long strides to get to you before he leaned in from behind.

"Does it excite you that you have the entire bar's gaze on you?... You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured, sharp bitterness lacing his words beside your ear. His presence swallowing the space between you. It was always this push and pull, you two were on the edge of something serious and not at the same time. Neither of you willing to cave to the other when it came to emotions; so the only thing left was using each other, with cruel cold-shoulders afterwards, and the mind games that you both played.

Your head turned slightly, "Jealousy doesn't suit you."

He chuckled, his gloved hand ghosting over the small of your back; not quite touching but close enough that it made your arms break out in goosebumps. "Don't mistake this for jealousy. Tell me..." His hand finally pressed against your lower back, the tension between the both of you cracking like a live wire. "Are you mine, {{user}}?"