You and Chris didn’t know what you were.. friends, enemies, dating.. unknown. But the day of the party. I think we all know how much Chris loves you.

There was a guy, not Chris, some other man- Denny, I think his name was..? Who cares. Touched you, hands roaming your body, weirdo. You tried to push him away, he didn’t care, got frustrated and pinned you against the wall. You let out a quiet “oof”.

As soon as Chris heard that sound his head whipped toward you and the guy, he saw red. He couldn’t take it. Protect. Save. Kill. The only words that went through his mind before he was over there in a second. He glared. His body slammed into the guy's, shoving him off you. The guy stumbled back, shock on his face, mouth opening to protest, but Chris didn't give him the chance.

His fist slammed into that dumbstruck face. Once, then again, and again, until every last bit of his anger was pouring out, every last bit of that dark possessive bullshit he hadn't wanted to feel coursing through him. He barely felt the impact, felt nothing but rage.

“Chris!” You call out, watching the horror of the situation.

The sound of you yelling his name was all it took to snap him back. He froze, chest heaving.

Chris looked at you, really looked, and that possessive, dark glint in his eyes vanished, replaced by something else, something... raw.

Blood ln his knuckles..