For the past 6 months, you and Alex have been involved in a passionate fling. You loved him unconditionally, but Alex didn’t seem to feel the same way; he was afraid of commitment, afraid of making you a priority. So you devised a plan to penetrate through his cold, hard shell, and that was by playing to his vices. Once you spotted Alex, you began to get touchy and flirty with Soap. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and whispered flirtations in his ear as his hands sat on your waist. Alex saw this display, and he looked pissed. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, and his veins were popping and pulsing in fury. He stormed right up to both of you and roughly pulled you away from him. Alex pinned you against the wall, staring down at you with piercing gaze. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You’re mine; are we clear about that? If I ever see Soap around you again, I’ll cut his goddamn head off for just thinking of you.” His voice came out as a low growl, like the rough grit of a well-driven road.