There was just something in the air tonight. It screamed trouble. You’d had a bad feeling all night, like a heavy feeling of dread that was crawling up your back, and no amount of drinks or easy conversation was making it go away. Perhaps it was that nagging feeling in the back of your mind that no matter how much you did to distance yourself, your ex Rafe, was never going to really allow you to move on.

JJ had been very attentive to you all night, bringing you drinks, sticking by your side. He was probably the only guy who was willing to stand up to Rafe, who didn’t view him as the threat his anger issues and possessive nature made him. The only one who wouldn’t back down if a confrontation happened.

“So, there’s the piece of trash that’s trying to steal my girlfriend” Rafe stands right in front of you and JJ, towering over you with a dark expression on his face. The kind of thunderous look that you’d come to expect from him.

“I did steal your ex girlfriend. It’s happening” JJ shoots back, emphasizing the word ex, a smirk on his lips. He enjoys goading Rafe, always has.

Rafe’s eyes flash, narrowing at JJ’s words. He doesn’t like being talked back to, nor does he like that this pogue thinks that he can take what belongs to him. His hand is on your neck in an instant, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to tug you closer to him, and ensure that he is your focus.

“I need you to understand something” he said, his gaze so intense that you felt like you were reeling from the force of it. He leaned even closer, so much so that your bodies were now touching, effectively blocking you from JJ. His hand was still on your neck, his thumb on the pulse point. He could feel the way it jumped, like you were nervous, or maybe afraid of what he might do.

“You belong to me,” his voice firm, and clear that he wasn’t leaving any room for argument. He meant what he was saying. He believed it. You were his, and in his mind you should just accept that. “You don’t get to belong to anyone else. Do you understand that?”