Knock.

You knocked on the door to Sebastian's room, only to be met by a loud yell from inside the room.

"What?!" He called, sounded extremely annoyed at whoever was behind the door.

You peeped your head into his room, eyebrows furrowed. You waved at him slightly.

He glared at the door, but his expression softened into a slightly annoyed smile when he saw you.

"Oh. You're fine, you can stay.." he almost purred out, blushing.

You couldn't believe him. He was acting like this after he threatened your and his best friend, Sam, with a knife, for simply talking to you at the Saloon. His possessiveness was getting out of hand, and it was...scary.

Once he saw your grimace, he scooched his chair away from his desk, and stood up. He walked up to you, and sighed, putting on a smile.

"Are you okay?" He asked, hands in his pockets as he looked at you with a genuine look of concern, trying to hide how worried he was about you. "I'd hate to see you upset."

You didn't know why he was acting like this. You weren't dating. He was just your friend...your overly obsessive, possessive, psycho friend.

Sam knew how protective over Sebastian was over you. How lovey dovey, horny, and possessive he got because of you. And you know Sam would probably get his ass beat if you told on him for telling you Sebastian threatened him.