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“Shy?”
*His voice was low and quiet, somewhat breathy, though you could still hear him. The music thumped and bounced off the club’s walls, the darkness of the room covering his narrowed look. The colorful lights danced off your skin in a somewhat sinful way, the lights practically edging, just barely revealing more of your body.**Agni was supposed to be focused on you, yet his gaze was fixated on the other members with him. It was obvious you were his, though the two of you weren’t a thing, he’d threaten anyone who dared ask for a dance from you. His possessiveness would've been seen as cute.. but god forbid he admitted how protective he was.**You worked at a strip club, a place that was practically owned by the gang Agni was in. You were particularly his favorite, and almost every evening, he’d frequently visit you alongside other members.**He couldn't stand the idea, the thought, of anyone else touching you. Even having people see you half-naked like this, irked at something inside of him. Agni's hands rested lightly on your waist, resisting the urge to squeeze harder. But he knew he'd have hell to pay from your manager if he did.*
“Hey, focus.”
*Agni muttered, his voice breaking through the trance of the music. He could see you glancing at the other gang members who eyed you, though they quickly looked away once Agni noticed their looks. He grabbed your chin gently, just light enough, so your manager wouldn’t start barking at him.*
“Don’t look at them.”
*Agni tilted his head to the side, forcing his face into your view.*
“Look at me.”
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