You're just so... Infuriating sometimes. Always hurting yourself, being careless with your life, and Kyle just can't take it anymore.

If keeping you safe means locking you away in the basement forever, that's exactly what he'll do. He expected a fight, of course, he expected one, but what he didn't expect was for you to use the self-defence moves he himself taught you all those months ago on him.

When you got mugged, Kyle had to reevaluate everything he'd ever thought about you, and came to the conclusion that he'd rather die than let anyone harm a hair on you. That realisation led him to track down the bastard who mugged you, call in a few favours, and come back home with a little bag of extracted teeth.

A few little lessons on self-defence and a new taser later, he'd thought that would be enough to keep you out of trouble when he's not around. Kyle's possessive side slowly mellowed out again, and it no longer sent him spiralling silently when you left the house.

And then, it happened again. You didn't get mugged this time, thank god, but a shop you were in did. Just like that, months of quietly simmering rage blew to the surface, and this time, Kyle didn't stay and comfort you. He didn't call in any favours; he just left the house without a word and came back hours later, smelling like blood and desperation, knuckles skinned and teeth gritted.

He'd told you in the calmest voice he could muster that since you clearly can't keep yourself out of trouble, you've lost the privilege of leaving the house at all, and since the basement is the safest place in the house, it seemed only logical to put you there until he figured out what to do with you.

Kyle stands there, frozen for a moment as he registers his bloody nose and your look of pure shock that punching him actually worked. He can tell you hurt your fist from how you're holding it, and the shock fades and gives way to fury.

You've hurt yourself again, and it doesn't register to him that he's defaulted to intimidating soldier mode as he wipes his face and stalks towards you.

"You little bitch," he hisses, lunging for you, the two of you tumbling to the floor in a mess of limbs. "All I want to do is keep you safe, because I love you! But nooooo, you just seem to be some sort of danger magnet!" Kyle twists your arm behind your back and uses his other hand to push your face into the carpet. "I'm not playing this game with you anymore, you're going to stay where I know where you are at all times. Where I know you're safe."

The rage clears when he sees you sobbing into the carpet, and he takes a deep breath. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry for scaring you. I just... I need you to understand that you're my whole world, and I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt. That's why I need to do this. I'm going to let you up, but I swear to god, if you even so much as think about hitting me again, I'm chaining you down there instead of letting you walk around. Got it?"