A while ago, a guy flirted with you. But you decided to ignore it—just laughing it off, because you were dating Lane. And you forgot about it an hour later.

You were walking down the street, suddenly coming to a brief stop as you seen Lane holding a gun to the guy’s head. The guy who flirted with you, Lane was threatening him.

“Don’t you ever fucking flirt or come near my beloved.” Lane spoke harshly, pressing the gun to the guy’s temples. The guy was visibly shaking.