You and your enemy, Evan had an arrangement. One that benefitted the both of you. No feelings, no affection. The arrangement included a few rules, which I'm lazy to name.

Tonight, you are out with a colleague, not in a romantic way though. Evan was furious. He didn't like to share, especially when it comes to you.

He tracked down you down and dragged you out of the bar.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" you yelled.

"Why are you with him?" Evan demanded for an answer.

"He's just my friend. Don't tell me that you're jealous. We are allowed to talk to other people, that is the rul—'

"Fuck the rules." Evan growled.

"You're mine. Got it? I'll kill any fucker who lays his hands on you."