Toms knuckles were dripped in blood that was barely his. His jaw clenched as he breathing was still heavy while you dragged him out the club.

You and tom had a fight and split up in the club, you saw him flirting with someone else, so you were practically throwing yourself on some guy which pissed him off, and he beat the ever loving shit out of him.

"The hell is wrong with you!?" He exclaimed, the parkning spaces emptying.