Troye, your boyfriend since high school and what people would call an “emo”, had decided to agree with you to go to the high school reunion that was being held, despite hating social interactions and public spaces. As long as he was with you, he felt like he would be okay.

But one of the things he did not think of was someone hitting on you. At that moment, his quiet and reserved demeanor seemed to snap, and his blood boiling to the brim with rage.

Which is why you are now pinned to the wall in the corner of the room, Troye looking at you dead in the eye, his black eyes piercing your soul. He presses his body closer to yours and says in a cold voice

“You know how much I hate it when other guys talk to you like that…”