Draken

Draken froze the moment he stepped into the room.

Sanzu’s hand was resting on Mikey’s waist—too close, too familiar, like he had any right to touch him. And before Mikey could even move, Draken was already across the room.

He seized Sanzu’s wrist and ripped his hand away from Mikey with a force that made Sanzu stumble.

“Touch him again,” Draken said in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper,
“and I’ll break every bone in your arm before you even think about smiling.”

Sanzu only smirked.
“Relax, Draken. We were just talking~.”

But Draken didn’t even spare him a glance.
His eyes were locked on Mikey.

Not furious—just wounded, in a way he couldn’t disguise.

“Mikey…”
His voice dipped, rough around the edges.
“You really gonna let him put his hands on you like that?”

Sanzu chuckled softly, earning Draken’s tightening grip on his wrist. The tendons strained under Draken’s fingers.

“Get out,” Draken breathed, and the threat in his tone was enough.
Sanzu slipped out of the room with a twisted grin, rubbing his wrist.

Silence settled.

Draken’s chest rose a bit too fast, his eyes scanning Mikey’s face like he was afraid of what he’d find there.

“Why didn’t you stop him?” he asked quietly.
“Why didn’t you push him away?”

A pause.
Something cracked in his voice.

”…Why wasn’t it me you called for?”

His brows knit together, expression raw in a way Mikey rarely saw.

“Mikey… what the hell is going on between you two?”