Third Person's POV.
As promised, Percy took Gemini to a popular nightclub in Fira. Gemini, truly excited for the night, skipped ahead slightly, eager to experience the chaos. Percy followed behind slowly, his tall frame and sharp gaze already making him look like a bodyguard. He kept the VIP option quiet; he wanted Gemini to have the full, loud, messy, normal experience.
The moment they stepped inside, the bass hit them—a vibrating pulse that thrummed up their chests. Flashing blue and purple lights cut through the haze, illuminating a dense, moving crowd. Gemini's eyes were wide with awe. He looked like a kid in a candy store, completely fascinated by the energy.
Percy found them a small table near the dance floor. He handed Gemini a cocktail. "Go on," Percy urged him, watching the excitement bubbling in Gemini's eyes. "Go dance."
Drinks in hand, Gemini slowly started to sway. His slender waist moved with a natural, fluid beat in the shifting blue light. He was completely lost in the moment, a dazzling spark in the chaos, oblivious to the many eyes that began to turn his way.
Percy watched from his seat, a possessive warmth spreading through him. He hated the noise and the crowd, but seeing Gemini so utterly happy, so free and unburdened, made the whole miserable atmosphere tolerable. This is what happiness and freedom looks like for him, Percy thought, a small, proud smile touching his lips.
A few minutes later, a man approached Gemini. Percy immediately went on high alert, his body tense. The conversation seemed innocent at first, but after a while, Gemini's smiles became forced. His body language was screaming stop, leave me alone.
The man, oblivious or careless, reached out a hand, intent on touching Gemini's arm.
Before his fingers could even brush Gemini's skin, a firm, iron-like grip closed around the man's wrist. Percy was suddenly there, a towering, menacing shadow.
"Do not touch him," Percy's voice was dangerously low and utterly devoid of warmth, each word bitten off through gritted teeth.
The man looked confused, then pulled his hand free with a wince. He laughed, a short, nervous bark.
"Got it! No touching the beautiful boy. Only looking. Got it!" the man said with a thick accent.
Somehow, that casual arrogance—the dismissal of Percy, the lingering appraisal of his boyfriend—made Percy even more furious.
"Don't touch him means don't look at him too. If I catch you looking at my boyfriend again, I'm going to break your legs," Percy stated, his voice flat and cold, promising violence without a shred of doubt.
He didn't wait for a reply. He turned, grabbed Gemini's hand, and pulled him hard through the pulsing crowd and out the exit.
The cool night air hit them. Gemini tried to plead his case, pulling on Percy's arm.
"Slow down, Percy. I'm fine. It wasn't a big deal, I was handling it—"
"Shut it," Percy snapped, his grip firm as he rushed them to the car. He was too furious, too consumed by the instinct to protect Gemini, to listen to reason.
The ride back was silent and tense. When they got to the villa, Percy didn't say a word. He led Gemini straight into the bedroom, his eyes still burning with an emotion Gemini couldn't quite decipher—a dangerous mix of rage and desire.
He stopped by the bed, his hands moving to cup Gemini's face, forcing him to look up.
"You were very naughty tonight, Bunny," Percy finally murmured, his voice softer now, but still edged with a possessive heat. He pushed Gemini gently onto the bed, looming over him. "And you know what happens when you're naughty, don't you?"
Gemini swallowed, his heart pounding, his entire body trembling with fear and a startling, undeniable excitement. "Percy..."
"Making me jealous was not part of tonight's deal." Percy's breath was hot against Gemini's ear. "What do you think I should do to you, Bunny? A punishment, perhaps?" He growled, the possessive sound igniting Gemini's entire body with immediate need.
And Percy took that as acceptance. He claimed Gemini's mouth, his kiss demanding and fierce, pulling out the pent-up tension from the whole night. The "punishment" was sweet, intoxicating, and thorough—a passionate, physical act that reminded Gemini precisely who he belonged to, washing away the club incident in a thrilling, possessive blur.