Luka was still staring—jaw tight, arms crossed, looking like a man clutching the last few threads of indignation before they snapped. Ryan's hand remained curled around Luna's waist like it belonged there. Luna, pressed close to Ryan's side, seemed to have lost all ability to think, a helpless puppy clinging to his master's body, his eyes gazing up at Ryan in awe, still trying to process the level of depth and devotion Ryan had just confessed to.
And Luka's eyes… they lingered. He couldn't deny the tension between them, and on a deeper level, he felt a little….jealous…
He was this close to another pointed tirade when a low, smooth voice rolled in from the side, bright as mischief and smooth as aged bourbon.
"Luka?" the voice asked.
Luka turned.
And froze.
Clint.
He was broader than Luka remembered—bigger, somehow, like his shoulders had taken up a gym membership and a minor god complex in the years since they'd last locked eyes. His long blond hair was tied into a loose bun at the crown of his head, golden wisps escaping like they had better places to be. His dark skin glowed warm under the warehouse's rising light rigs, and his tailored black tank made no attempt to hide the sinewed, sculpted physique beneath.
Luka's mouth went dry. And not from outrage.
"Are you seriously out here bullying a bunch of twenty-somethings?" Clint asked, raising one perfect brow, voice edged with teasing amusement. He crossed his arms, biceps bulging in the neon light.
Luka stiffened. "I'm not bullying anyone."
Clint smirked. "Sure looked like it from where I was standing."
Luka opened his mouth, then closed it, then huffed. "I'm trying to be the adult in the room."
Clint laughed, deep and fond and a little flirty. "Oh, sweetheart. You were never that good at pretending to be responsible."
"Don't call me that," Luka snapped—too fast, too soft "What are you even doing here?"
Clint just smiled wider "Oh, did you forget that I'm an events manager?"
Then, without asking, he stepped up beside Luka and slid an arm around his waist. It was a practiced move, familiar and bold, and Luka let out a startled breath as he was gently but firmly redirected.
"I run this show. Now come on," Clint said, his tone light. "Let's get out of their way before you start quoting moral law or—god forbid—crying."
"I wasn't going to cry!" Luka barked, indignant, his cheeks already flushing as Clint walked him away.
"Oh, I know," Clint said, eyes glinting as he looked down at him. "But you would've. You always did when you got too passionate."
Luka muttered something unintelligible and refused to look directly at him—but he didn't pull away.
Ryan watched them go with a faint chuckle, and Luna blinked up at him.
"Who was that?"
"Clint," Ryan said, lips twitching. "One of Luka's many disasters."
Luna tilted his head. "They seemed… friendly."
Ryan's smile was slow, secretive. "Friendly's just few letters away from feral. Give it ten minutes."
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