#(Alojz and Jae)

[a-prekliatyvlk]

@bedlamology​ asked: ‘you are mine’ uhhh jae & his copper (he’s being an ass rn)

There was always an under current the way Jae said shit like that to him. Something predatory. Something that wasn’t just a cop and criminal. Alojz sat across from Jae, dark gray button up rolled up to his elbows as he tilted his head. He had spent the time this morning, shaving the sides of his head crisping it up. the dirty blonde hair tied back in a long braid that fell down to the middle of his shoulders. He almost wanted to tell himself he was an idiot for dressing up for the man across from him. 

Only, it seemed to become a magnet for other’s glancing over at him, touching his shoulder as they walked by. Every soft murmur of something in his ear or passer by made the other tenser, drawing out the fact that maybe he shouldn’t be allowing others to touch him incase Jae got violent. 

He wouldn’t put it past him. 

“Can we not ruin another dinner establishment we go to please?” Alojz lifted his whiskey to take a healthy swallow of it. Watching the way Jae was tracking the the last person to ‘accidentally’ bump into him and touch him. He almost scoffed. Who knew a criminal could be possessive of something. Though he should have guessed. 

The line that was uttered out caused his gaze to flicker to Jae, a slight little head tilt towards the other. He resisted smirking, he figured that might cause another up roar, the other seemed to be in a mood. 

“That makes you mine.” He rumbled back, though he did down the rest of his whiskey. He would get the bill and then they would go home. Apparently he had to remind the other that he was of course his, even if they bite and scratch and claw each other. The thought brought a pleasing hum to his lips. 

“I think we should head home.” He’d tied the other to the bed maybe. That did sound like a good idea.