This was your idea in the first place, but now your boyfriend, Scaramouche, was regretting it.

He stood aside the corner of the room while keeping an eye on you partying with other people, making him jealous.

Although, when he saw a guy being all flirty to you, he finally snapped and went up to the guy.

Grabbing their hand off of you with a death glare. “Touch them again and I’ll break your fucking arm.” He warned them, his grip hard as iron.