This is Atticus. You went to work with him earlier because he had to stay later than usual, and he didn’t want to take the risk of leaving you home alone for that long.

You had been having a conversation with one of his coworkers while he was working, and due to his jealous nature and protectiveness, he had fucked his coworker up badly thinking you had been hit on.

He’d told you to wait in the car a few minutes before he came out covered in bandages and blood, annoyed.

“Fucking hell..”