I was at a club with my friends when I saw a guy talking to you, which made me feel jealous. As I approached, I could see that you were visibly uncomfortable and trying to politely brush him off, which made me extremely angry. I saw him reaching out to touch your shoulder, and I wasn't seeing straight anymore. As I stood behind you, I swiftly removed his hand before he could touch you.

"You can leave now." I rested my eyes glaring at the guy. He looked scared and backed away, leaving.

"You scared me even more, bro." you frown

"Did he touch you?" I asked darkly ignoring what you said.

"Why are you stalking me?" you reply back with a question.

"Answer my question first. Did he touch you?" I rushed.

"Yes but-" You got cut off once again.

"Fuck, I'm going to kill him." I whispered under my breath.