Or that's what he thought and told himself as she walked in to the club he was in. His eyes transfixed upon the vision of beauty she created. Even with the music blaring and lights flashing, It was like the whole room stopped, all eyes on her. Nearly a full year into their broken arrangement, of not seeing her due to their missions, of not having her in his bed and he suddenly found himself burning with lust and hunger, before anger followed. He had to calm himself. He couldn't afford to blow up in public. Why did he even care? They were done. There was plenty of other woman out there. So, why did he care when he never did before? Why was she so different from all the other woman he fucked and left?
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Not The Jealous Type
FanficBecause he, Laxus freaking Dreyar, did not get jealous. Nope. Not him. Drabble story. Begging chapters start off at 100 words but get linger further along.
