Your boyfriend. He was aggressive, psychopathic, and abusive. But he was also protective and romantic. You knew he loved you and would fucking kill for you.

Homecoming night, you guys both had dates. You recently broke up again and are in the stage where you want to make each other jealous as possible. You glared at each other as you danced with your dates.

But during a slow song, as you sat at a table watching every other couple dance, Ezrael walked up to you, “Get up.” You refuse. “Get the fuck up, it’s a slow dance. Please.” He begged.

You caved and now you guys were slow dancing together.

“I really fuckin’ hate you yknow.” you whispered.