[Johan's POV]
There was a spark in that kiss, like the sudden burst of fireworks in the sky, but it was short-lived. The next thing he knew, a hand pulled him away from the over-flowing love he never felt before.
"Get your hands off of him, you fucking psycho!"
A loud squeak escaped Johan as his nose bumped against lean shoulder while Alden backtracked from the force of Adrian's push. Looking up, he found Adrian's livid expression directed at the red-haired Chef.
Alden scoffed a laugh, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and a piercing glare replaced the warmth in his russet eyes. "Well, nice to finally meet you too, Blondie."
"Adrian, don't!" Johan warned and coiled an arm around Adrian's waist, dragging him away when he tried to dash forward with balled fists. "Please, let's not make a scene here. Let's just—Adrian!"
