Send “Don’t touch her/him” to see my muse’s reaction to your muse defending them against a physical threat
Was a good idea to come to a bar so late at night alone? Probably not. But from time to time, the adrenaline of mingling with the ordinary was a necessity in her life. Even with big round sunglasses and clothes less fashionable than usual, some people send cautious looks in her direction, watching the media mogul sipping at her dry martini and mumbling under their breath, spreading the rumour.
The VIP lounge was less crowded than the rest of the bar, with bodyguards controlling the zone. But when she felt the firm grip on her shoulder, she instantly knew she was in troubles. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" The face was slightly familiar, maybe a mad ex-employee -it wasn't the first time-. He looked mad, a wild look on his brown eyes.
'Don't touch her', and the man was flying across the room over one of the empty tables. "Such a good timing you have, dear," her eye-brows jumped in amusement, looking at the powerful man while sipping from the fancy glass.