You and you’re boyfriend, of four years, have been arguing all day. You both are yelling at eachother, he’s towering over you and glaring at you.

He loved your bratty attitude but he would never admit it. “Do whatever the hell you want. And go fuck yourself, you hear me doll face?” He grabbed his tactical vest, cursing under his breath.

“Don’t wait up for me.” He kissed you, still angry, his kisses were always rough and could make you melt on the spot. But you held a grudge.