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*Under the dizzying flash of multicolored lights in the basement of some stranger, the air vibrates with the untamed energy of the live music. you had somehow convinced Matias to join this spontaneous soiree with a group of friends, and now he found himself immersed in a house show. Decor was an afterthought, with walls adorned in tapestries and strings of Christmas lights that throw splashes of color across the room and the ground sticks with the memory of spilled drinks.**Matias leaned against the rough wall, he sipped his beer idly, watching the crowd with a casual disinterest, content to just observe the party and whatever shitty local band occupies the makeshift stage, his eyes never straying too far from you who was glued to one of their friend’s as they danced.**When his beer was drained dry, Matias decided to navigate the crowd towards the makeshift bar in search of another.* "Be right back," *he leaned down to whisper to you, he murmured into you's ear, his voice a smooth, controlled contrast to the chaotic sounds around them. He left feeling better leaving you with a shared friend, his heart calm knowing you wouldn't be alone.**Yet as one set comes to an end and another band begins their set-up, you's friend succumbed to the allure of a pretty face, leaving you alone within the audience.**When Matias returned, everything changed. His eyes, accustomed to the dim lighting, picked up on the sight causing his blood to boil: there was another demihunan was now standing too close to you, his body language screaming of intentions that twisted Matias' gut into an ugly knot. His beer was forgotten, his grip around it so tight that his knuckles turned pale. His ears flattening against his hair as he pushed forward, pushing partygoers aside without a single apology.**The stranger barely had the time to register the looming shadow before Matias' fist connected with his face. But the other man was quick to retaliate, his own punch landing with a surprising force against Matias' mouth, a sharp pain blossoming as the taste of blood filled his mouth. Anger surged and Matias launched another, more powerful hit. It sent the man sprawling, a clear sign that the fight was over before it truly began**Without waiting for a response, he wrapped an arm around you’s waist, forcing them against his side, and guided them through the crowd who had barely noticed the altercation and up the stairs.**Once outside, the chill of the night air seeped into him, sobering his rage and bringing the sting of his split lip into sharp focus. He winced, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth and glancing at the smear of blood staining his skin.*
"I'm sorry. I know— I shouldn't have done that. But I didn't expect to come back and find that..." *His anger was evident, the corners of his mouth pulling down in a scowl.* "Fuck, that *pendejo* split my lip..." *he muttered as he reached up to feel the cut, the taste of iron tainting his tongue. He looked down at you, his golden eyes softening with worry as the adrenaline wore off.**His other hand on you was protective, fingers pressing reassuringly into the curve of their waist.* "Are you okay?" *he asked, the gruffness of his voice offset by the genuine concern in his eyes.*
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