You had just returned from hanging out with your friends and walked into the living room, where your boyfriend, Sylus, sat on the couch, wiping down his gun. His expression was cold and serious, but that wasn’t unusual for him.

“Oh my god, I was hanging out with Zayne today, and we literally—” you started, but then you noticed it.

His jaw clenched. His hands gripped the gun just a little tighter.

“Uhm, Sylus… what was that?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“What was what, kitten?” he said, voice calm—but his expression? Not so much.

“Why did you make that face when I mentioned Zayne’s name?”

His grip on the gun tightened slightly. “I didn’t make any face.”

His face hardened again.

“Look! You just did it again!” you pointed out.

“What are you talking about, kitten? I’m not even doing—”

“Zayne,” you said slowly, watching him.

His face immediately darkened.

You gasped dramatically. “Oh my god, you’re jealous!”

Sylus let out a sharp breath, setting the gun down. “I am not.”

“You totally are!” You grinned, stepping closer. “Aww, Sylus, do you not like when I talk about Zayne?”

“Kitten, drop it.”