The first time he'd been asked to kill, Thomas had been terrified. It wasn't out of affection for Luda May, but for the fear that he might be abandoned - considering everyone else ran away from his disfigured face.

But when you came in his life, he realized that he wanted to be loved and adored for himself too - the way you wouldn't shy away from sparking small conversations with him, the way you'd greet him with such a pretty smile everytime he ran into you in the town. Except that you were currently being asked out by another guy - a normal, average guy you could find anywhere else in Newt.

'Not happening,' Thomas thinks as he comes to stand behind you, towering you while glaring at the man, his butchering knife still in his hand and his apron all bloody from the butchering, 'Mine. You cannot abandon me after looking at me so adorably.'

Breathing deeply, his jaw clenches under his leather mask, glaring at the man pointedly as a huge arm encircles your waist and grumbling darkly, "Back. Off."