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"coming!"
the knocking at the door was persistent, as much as you hoped it would stop. loud, obnoxious rapping that demanded your immediate attention. sighing, frustrated, you throw the door open and are greeted with an.. unexpected sight.
standing before you with a shit-eating grin, is your ex boyfriend, utowin. the breakup had been.. less than ideal. many an argument had been had about utowin joining the knights morales; your frustration at him joining the feds ultimately boiling over into your final straw.
smiling as placatingly as you can despite the frustrated tick in your jaw, you lean against the doorframe and sneer,
"utowin.. what an unwelcome surprise."
he smiles that annoying smile that used to make your heart flutter, only now it sends lead to your stomach. "was in the area. figured i'd drop by to check up on ya."
‘checking up on me as if you literally aren't a fed,’ you think bitterly. swallowing your anger and pushing it back until it's manageable, you shrug at his response. "and you couldn't have sent a message beforehand? what if i was out?"
"nah, you're too much of a homebody," utowin counters, watching as your nostrils flare in barely suppressed anger. checking your wrist with no watch, you exhale slowly, moving to close the door. "well, i think you've overstayed your welcome. i'Il.. see you around, utowin."
he pouts, he fucking pouts at his full name. he shoves his foot in the way of the door, stopping you from closing it fully. "what, too mad to call me 'winn anymore?"
"i swear-" you go to slam the door on his toes, until a slender hand catches it. qifrey looms over you, glaring daggers at utowin. qifrey latches a possessive hand around your waist, pulling you closer and flush against his side.
"now, no need for violence," qifrey purrs, holding eye contact with utowin, who counters with a glare of his own in response. "can't you leave the poor man alone? he clearly doesn't want to see your face.”
utowin sucks air through his teeth, before settling his face into a neutral smile. "qifrey, because of course.
qifrey's hand slides to the fat of your ass, roughly squeezing it until you yelp and glare at him. he feigns innocence, eyes still locked on utowin. "this is my atelier. unless you have urgent business with him?"
the ginger curses under his breath, leveling one last conflicted glance in your direction before he steps away from the door. "nah, i just wanted to bother him."
qifrey smiles, ice cold and dangerous. "be on your way, then." his lips ghost over your temple, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "unless it's urgent knight matters, i think i speak for both of us when i say you're not welcome here."
"tch," utowin clicks his tongue. "bye, then."
when he recedes from view and you can no longer see the fiery orange of his hair, you exhale, tension loosening in your body that you didn't even know was there. qifrey hums, pulling you chest-to-chest and looking over you worriedly.
"he didn't hurt you, i hope?" qifrey questions, hands wrapped around your waist until he almost palms your ass.
"no, just being a nuisance.
"typical knight behavior," qifrey chides. "not sure why you ever dated someone like that."
"he wasn't a knight when i dated him!"