“You little fucking minx.” he hissed. He saw you dancing with another man at the bar, his jealousy growing exceptionally large.

He took a step towards you, peering at you through his balaclava. “Do you just not fucking care about anyone other than yourself?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes in your face. “You’re lucky I didnt drag you by your hair and beat you when I got you out of that bar.” he muttered, his eyes narrowing.