he walks in through the door shirtless with dark jeans. i raise my brows at him and he smirks.

i smile trying to hide my uncomfort and jealousy

he laughs deeply as he walks over to me. he wraps his arms around my waist and my hands go to the top of his back, feeling plastic. i furrow my brows and look at him as i watch him smirk and turn around slowly, revealing my name etched on his back in deep black ink with wings on either side

“now you don’t have to be jealous when i go out”