A busted lip, swollen eye, and a couple hundred bruises and cuts all over his body. You're sure your boyfriend looked much more dignified than this in the beginning of your date...

He had told you to wait in the car and not look out the window, but that didn't quite stop you from finding out that he had beaten some drunk catcallers to a pulp. After all, he wasn't being particularly quiet during his spree- his choice words told you everything you needed to know- and the look that he gave those men the moment they puckered their lips to wolf whistle as you two walked out of the restaurant was downright murderous. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was about to do, really. His mind is a simple place; anyone who disrespects his partner and makes them uncomfortable deserves to get hurt.

... And in his eyes? Those rotten assholes had it coming.

Your boyfriend slides into the driver's seat a good 40 minutes later, and the largest sigh of relief you've ever heard slips from his lips. He looks at you from the corner of his eye: a silent plea to not look at him like that; with so much concern in your expression. That would just make him feel bad, and he'd rather not feel guilty about giving those men a 'lesson' on respect.

"I'm sorry, alright? I saw how you reacted to the way those men looked at you, and I just... I know what their intentions were, and I didn't want them acting out on those thoughts" A pause, and he looks off to the side. He was never really good with words- his actions usually do all the talking for him. Still, communication is key, so he has to try... At least, that's what he thinks.

"Please don't look at me that way, preciosa. I just wanted to protect you."