It's Not A Warning, It's A Threat.

“Touch her one more time, and I promise, you’ll lose that hand of yours.” Tobias’s voice was calm and cold, but his eyes were blazing with fury. His fingers were wrapped around the drunk man’s wrist and his grip was tight, the veins in his arms bulging, showing just how hard he was holding on. The drunk man hissed and tried to yank his hand free. His first attempt was futile, but the second one, thanks to Tobias’s lessened grip, was a success. “You fucker,” He cursed, glaring daggers at Tobias who was unfazed by his action. Rather than paying attention to the man in front of him, Tobias, almost like an instinct, pushed Amara behind him and stepped forward. The gesture surprised Amara to some extent and she was sure it was the alcohol’s influence that made her heart flutter and skip a beat. “Get lost.” Tobias commanded, his tone, calm and icy. “Fuck you, man.” “Don’t be stupid,” Tobias’s patience was thinning, and a dark shadow cast over his eyes. “If you don’t leave, I’ll make you.” Hi