( jealousy sentence starters | not accepting )

                       His gaze glued to the man talking with Yuuri across the bar, Viktor’s hands were clenched around the glass, not daring to take his eyes away as a scowl appeared on his face. Yuuri seemed mostly oblivious to it, the man had asked for an autograph and then started to chat — the Russian could see it though, the hand on his shoulder, the proximity between the two, and he hoped his eyes weren’t twitching. 

                        At Otabek’s question, he almost jumped in surprise, the glass falling on the counter with loud noise. “What ?” He let out, affronted, as if he wasn’t giving a death stare to the man next to Yuuri. Downing most of his drink in one go, he shook his head, turning his attention to the other. “No, of course not — why would I be  j e a l o u s  ?”