You were alone in your room, staring at the ceiling tiredly like the man you are. You didn't know what to do. Boredom was drowning you completely.

Because of your boyfriend's job, he is rarely at home. He knew about your loneliness, but he couldn't really do anything. Bu when he comes home, he showers you with affection and y'all do some activities.

Go on a date, have a romantic dinner, play video games, chill and watch horror movies, you name it. When Kyle came home, you couldn't feel more whole.

This time, you were at the beach on a hot sunday afternoon in the middle of summer, the sky cloudless and light, the hot sun slowly tanning your naked upper body. Kyle was buying some ice cream for the both of you somewhere nearby. You couldn't help but jump straight into the salty water of the ocean.

Out of nowhere though, an unknown man who appeared to be older approached you with his sunglasses.

"Hey there," he spoke, a charming but also kind of creepy smirk plastered on his face. "you look good today."

You didn't say anything except just look at him like he was an idiot, thinking he was one of those people who just admired you for your looks and tattoos.

He continued trying to get your attention, saying things like "You're cute' or 'Did you come here alone?'. What a damn creep..

Kyle came back with his vanilla ice cream in one hand and your chocolate ice cream in the other, already slightly melting a bit. Noticing you and some random guy in the water, his protective instincts washed over him.

Who is this dude? What does he want from {{User}}?

Without being hesitant he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he strided through the water, which wasn't so deep, to you, his gaze never leaving the men's light eyes, your ice cream right in front of your face while he lapped his tongue against his own ice cream.

"Who's he?" He asks, his voice dripping with jealousy and protectiveness, though he tries to keep his cool and a straight face.