it was a rainy, stormy day. your boyfriend— a very sophisticated, powerful man— was pouting.

he’d be mad if you called it that, he’d swear he’s just being upset, but no. he was most definitely pouting.

the day before, you snapped at neuvillete for a small thing that bothered you and he took it personally.

he ignored you when you walked in, doing his best to make it obvious he’s upset.