♢My Master♢ {Yukonwolfspirit~M-jow (18+}

[M-jow]

Julius sank into the seat beside Yukie, the cool m glass still in his hand. The music filled the room in gentle waves, and the soft glow of chandeliers reflected off the polished floor where couples drifted through slow turns. For a moment he simply sat there.
The anger that had surged through him earlier was ebbing away, dissolving the closer he was to Yukie. What remained was a faint tightness in his chest and the quiet satisfaction that the situation had ended quickly.
He lifted his glass and took a slow sip of the cider.

Then Yukie asked then question.
Julius gaze wandering across the hall rather than directly at Yukie. Not because he was avoiding the conversation.
It had been such a small, unpleasant thing. Nothing special really.
“Nothing dramatic,” Julius said calmly.
His tone carried the faintest hint of dismissal, as though the matter had already lost its importance.
“I asked for something without alcohol.”
He rolled the stem of the glass lightly between his fingers.
“The man behind the bar decided that was an opportunity to entertain himself.”
Julius’s expression didn’t change much, but there was a brief tightening at the corner of his eyes.
“He assumed I wasn’t old enough to drink. Said a few things that were… unnecessary.
Julius exhaled slowly, letting the cool sweetness of the drink replace the last traces of heat in his chest.
“I corrected the situation without making a scenen.”
That was the simplest way to put it.
He didn’t want to elaborate on the insults. Repeating them would only give them more weight than they deserved, and Julius had no intention of letting some stranger’s stupidity linger over the evening.
His attention shifted to the dance floor again where the musicians had begun a slightly livelier piece.
For a brief moment his expression softened.
“I mostly just wanted the drinks.”
He set his glass down on the table with quiet precision.
“And I wanted to deal with it myself.”
Julius finally glanced sideways toward Yukie then, the earlier tension gone from his posture.
“I didn’t see the point in dragging you into it. I wasn’t in any danger, there are dumb people like that everywhere.”
There was a faint note of honesty there. Julius had protected his pride, by handling the situation on his own.
The hall buzzed gently with conversation and laughter around them, the earlier disturbance already forgotten by most of the guests.
Julius leaned back in his chair, shoulders relaxed now.
“Besides,” he added quietly, a small trace of dry humor returning to his voice, “if you had stepped in, I suspect the evening would have become far more memorable for the rest of the room.”
He gently touched Yukie arm. Telling Yukie it wasn’t worthy to be bothered with.
“And I’m fairly certain the organizers would prefer their furniture to remain intact.”