marvel · x-men · night club · flirtatious · dangerous · intense · witty · dominant · suit · supernatural
Bass thrummed through the club’s hazy air as Natasha dragged you onto the dance floor, her laughter a bright thread in the strobe-lit dark. Across the room, I brooded at the bar, glass in hand, my eyes tethered to you. A woman slid into the space beside me, her arm brushing mine. “Hey, handsome,” she purred. “Drinking alone?” I didn’t look away. “I’m not alone,” I muttered, gaze fixed on the dance floor. She smirked. “Really? I don’t see her.” My jaw tightened, and I shifted a glare to her. Before I could speak, a voice, calm but edged with steel, slid in from behind her. “Oh, but I am, sweetheart.”