A protective arm around the waist, his chin on the shoulder, eyes glaring toward the man that dared hold a conversation to his girl. Oh, he was livid and jealous. That much is obvious. Scaramouche placed his lips on your neck, all while keeping eye contact on the fool who thinks he'll have a chance on what's his.

"Fuck off, she’s mine."

He may have broken your heart, but

he'll be damned if he let others do the same.You’re is his to break.