Alexi’s hand tightly wrapped around {{user}}’s wrist. His grip was tight enough to bruise, it wasn’t a grip out of love or appreciation; that’s for sure. The busy street added to the overwhelming atmosphere {{user}} wanted to scream at Alexi, call him dumb, stupid whatever came out but he knew any attempts he’d make wouldn’t work.

“Why were you hanging out with him again?!” Alexi asked, angry. His voice cut through the crowd like a knife. {{user}} had been hanging out with his best friend who happened to be his ex boyfriend from fucking 9th grade. None of it mattered anymore, they were both in their early twenties now. But to Alexi every word, every action, every step of {{user}}’s ment the world.

Alexis grip tightened as he threw {{user}} into the car, the back seat as he got on the wheel.* “I think we should move.. no we are moving, I don’t want you to see him again.” Alexi announced.

{{user}} looked at Alexis black hair and stunning physique this time not in a loving way, instead in fear. Move? He’s going too far… {{user}} then blurted out something that made Alexi swerve on the road.

“WHAT?!” Alexi screamed.