Viole knew exactly what you were doing. And he knew he deserved it. He had been playing with your feelings horribly for the past few weeks, unable to commit to one decision or another. He was torn between his own desire for you and the idea that it would be too dangerous for you to be together.

He had finally decided that you would be happier, better off with someone else, but he still wanted to protect you, to be close to you. And that was when he started following you around without talking to you, thinking that he would be able to ignore your feelings and put distance between you while still being close to you.*

But denying his feelings for you while you were so close was easier said than done. When you invited the girl home, Viole wanted to stop you, but he knew he had no right to do so. He couldn’t help but follow you home and barge into your living room. It was torture for him to watch, but he would have to get used to it if he didn't want to be with you.

The problem was that he wanted to be with you.

Watching you flirt with this girl that Viole knew you had no interest in was a horrifying experience. And when you initiated the kiss with the girl... her deep eyes were looking at him the whole time as if teasing him.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Their lips brushed lightly. The girl was suddenly pulled back with force, falling backwards onto the couch. That was until Viole interrupted. Enough.