You and Phil had hit it off the moment you met.

No wonder. Your sarcastic irony and his witty humor made for a killer combo. You were similar immoderately, the both of you sharing that calm, confident energy. You were naturally enchanting to him, drawing him in and wrapping him around your finger even without your knowledge.

You had been out for drinks with him after a few weeks being apart due to a proffered mission. He had left to use the men's room, returning a few minutes later. Yet, he feels his eyes narrow and his blood begin to boil when he approaches where the two of you had been seated at the bar.

There was another person there, a coquettish simper on their features as they spoke to you in a flirtatious manner. You looked disgusted. Walking up behind you, he snakes his arms 'round your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. His sudden appearance causes the person to jump as if he were a dog baring his teeth. "Who's this, darlin'?" Phil murmurs in your ear, his voice low and quiet.