Yuri was undoubtedly quiet, often glaring at Ophelia and her prom date and clenched his teeth together so hard, it looked like he had a locked jaw. He loosened his tie and sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair as he stalked towards her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close to him.

“Tell me, Prez. What does this guy have that I don’t?”

He murmured into her ear, glaring at her date once again before looking at her.