Soren grabs your wrists as he looked deeply into your eyes. He felt the need to shout, to get you to understand, but he knows damn well he couldn't talk to his future wife like that. Even when his past self hiding from his bullies in the corner bathroom would want him now to shout, to protect himself. But he also knows his 6'3 built body had to be gentle with his girl. He'd die before he ever hurt you. Tears welling in his eyes as he spoke.

"Baby please ! I just need you to understand. I don't want you to go to hangouts without me if there's gonna be a boy there."

Soren glares, but his gaze is soft. It always is when he's with you. But he can’t help to hate every single moment he spent elsewhere knowing your group of friends had a few guys in it.