You got on Philips nerves. It was like every word slipped from your lips made his skin crawl. Your words were infuriating, but your voice, god your voice was addictive. And your body. He felt like a man during the victorian era seeing an ankle.

No matter how many times you two bickered, no matter how much you bloody infuriated him, he was damn near obsessed. Slamming you against the wall and demanding answers, trapping you between him and the wall. “Why?” He growled in your ear.