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Riven swallowed down, he was so annoyed seeing that scene that he felt the urge to beat his fist against the table.
What was that guy doing? Getting her drunk so that he could do terrible things to her?
What was his purpose?
Riven had to clench his fist not to
Vent his inner anger of the moment.
Just thinking of someone doing bad things to Desiree gave him a weird burning sensation on the top of his stomach.
He didn't know what it might be but he didn't like that sensation nor how it made him feel.
The rest of the table began chatting as if nothing happened but his eyes were now focused on that man and Desiree.
He talked with her smiling and slouching forward, his arm wrapped around her shoulders and from time to time he whispered things to her.
He seemed to flirt.
Then he filled her glass again. And again.
Until her laugh became too easy to escape from her lips and she grew oddly blatant for someone who always paid attention to mind her manners like her.
It was almost like she had turned into a carefree version of herself and everyone seemed to enjoy and like more that side of her.
Riven with the corner of his eye noticed that Dylan had stood up, "I'll go to the bathroom, don't drink too much without me." He winked to Desiree who for some odd reason exploded in a laugh having Riven wonder what there was so fun in that joke.
He just found it annoying and basic just like the person who made it.
He stood up as well, what a coincidence he also had to go to the bathroom at that exact moment.
He followed Dylan along to the bathroom and right when he was about to get through the door of the bathroom Riven surpassed him.
He placed his hand over the door he just opened closing it in an abrupt slam.
As he did so he placed his body over the entrance, his arm stretched in front of the guy, as a barrier impeding him access to the bathroom.
"What are you trying to do?"
"What?" He frowned confused.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" He emphasized each word with a harsh scaring tone of voice.
His eyes flamed with anger.
"Trying to go to the bathroom? Hello?" he said shaking his head as if he was being ironic.
What a shame Riven had never been more serious before.
Dylan took a step forward yet his arm didn't move.
"Will you let me pass!?"
"I won't repeat myself twice. So let me make it clear for your little useless brain cells, what are you trying to do with Desiree, huh? Getting her drunk?"
"No, bro, I'm just trying to make her have fun since she seems so stiff."
"And what's the problem with her being stiff?" He curled an eyebrow and glanced as he threateningly leaned closer to him.
"Stiff people are boring." He said laughing as if he was still attempting unfunny jokes.
Couldn't he read Riven's anger in his eyes?
"Many people consider me stiff as well. So I suppose you have a problem with me too."
That's when Dylan realized how serious Riven was, and his face morphed into an almost preoccupied mixed with puzzlement facial expression.
"I don't have any problem with you."
"But you will have if you try to hurt Desiree in any way. And that may include getting her drunk for some mischievous purpose."
"Look…" he showed a smile and attempted another step.
Riven's hand didn't move off each making the poor guy retreat and scoff.
He looked around in search of help.
"Look, I just want to have fun. She's pretty so I may have a chance with her if her walls are down. I just want to get to know her better."
Riven smiled as well, tilting his head to the side. But his smile didn't seem nice at all. It was rather a fake smile, that kind of smile you do when you want to kill someone because they're being too mindlessly and unreasonably silly.
"Well, I don't care whether your intentions are good or bad. Just stop filling her glass and stop trying to get her drunk or you will have serious problems with me."
With the same smile on his face, he moved his hand down so that Dylan could have slight access to the door of the bathroom.
But right when he walked forward in that passage, at one inch of his face Riven slammed his hand against the door's surface almost hitting the poor boy who jumped for the scare.
"I hope we understood each other. And don't hurt her. Or I will you hurt back in ways that you will never be able to
forget."
With that sharp threat, he freed him and walked away leaving the bathroom.
He fixed his shirt and got back to his seat.