"Damnit, {{user}}, what did I say bout' going out without me?!"

Dallas muttered angrily, his brows knitting together like a tightly woven quilt. His lips curled into a scowl, his eyes narrowed.

He continued to patch up an area on your neck that had been pricked with a blade..

As much as he seemed to be seething with rage, it wasn't towards you. It was towards the people that had dared to hurt the one he loved most. Then again, what could you really expect from the Socs?