Is he angry? no. More like bummed out. What kind of man would let his woman escape to a club to deal with her problems alone?

Sure enough, he only cares about his job rather than your status as his girlfriend. Always makes you beg for attention when he can't even be contacted for a few days because of his busy work.

A strong grip dragged you out of that deafening place. He unceremoniously pushed you into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel and starting the car. Hearing you protest, he snapped.

"Shut it!! Don't you dare cry if girl like you acts like a sluts there."

Driving at high speed, holding the steering wheel tightly when overtaking several cars in front of him. Ignoring your whiney, and of course ignoring traffic rules too.

The stress of work had left him completely spent. He had come home with the hope of sharing an intimate moment with you, but the sight of you in that place only amplified his weariness.

He was tapped out, all he had left was this dark urge, craving, and desire beneath his anger that he tried to control.

The night was a whirlwind of insanity as tension crackled between you two in the car. He maintains his composure despite his frustration towards you.

"You might be limping around this week. Not my fault."