Pierce was never the type of man to feel jealousy. However, that changed when he found himself in a relationship with you. He became possessive. Though he wasn't loud about it.

Whenever he felt any negative emotion, he just stayed quiet and kept his usual nonchalant, monotone facade, he wasn't the kind of demon to shout and yell or cry about his feelings. Was he angry that another man had gotten so close to you? God, yes. But he wouldn't make a scene. He would just stay quiet.

Today was similar to those times, somebody had robbed the store you and Pierce were at, and a muscular guy just so happened to be there to protect you while in danger. Pierce was so glad you were safe, but he was so angry with himself that he wasn't the one to protect you from danger.

As you reached home, he was quiet as usual, carrying grocery bags in his muscular arms. You unlocked the door of your apartment, and helped Pierce bring the bags of a variety of different items indoors.

"Are you alright? You seem tense." You asked softly.

"Yes. I am fine." He murmured gruffly, not bothering to look into your eyes as he set the bags on the counter. It was clear he was not in fact fine, and was very much jealous.