Dylan had been your boyfriend for a while now. He’s always been calm and knew how to control you, even being able to control yours and his temper during arguments.

After a deeper argument he had began to lose his temper for once. You looked away from him, “Don’t look away from me.” He said with further rage as he grabbed your chin with force, making you look into him.* “Look at me.” His other hand on the back of your neck.