You and Mattheo had gotten into another argument over him trying to control who your with. It was suffocating. You weren’t even together and he was always controlling you. Almost like he owned you. “Mattheo we aren’t even together! I have the right to talk to other guys!?” You explain, anger lacing your voice.

He nods, his tongue poking his cheek “But you belong to me.”

(Based off of house of balloons- The Weeknd)