Sam was never a jealous or possessive person until it came to you.

Anyone who laid eyes on you made his blood boil and the rage grow, you were his and no-one else’s.

One day, you were casually trying to go out for a bite to eat before Sam’s arms grabbed you from behind and practically yanked you back into the motel room.

You were caught off guard, shock overwhelming you as Sam’s hands slipped up to your chin, pulling your head back.

“You’re not going anywhere..” he growled, voice low.