You and Zenon had never really gotten along, even as kids; he was always getting under your skin. But whenever you got male attention, he’d become oddly protective and jealous. One night at a gang hangout, you were flirting with a guy, things heating up between you. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around you from behind. You didn’t need to look; the inked “loyal” on his hand told you it was Zenon.

Zenon - “Sorry, mate, this one’s taken.”