He didn’t waste any second into pulling you away from the center of the clubs dance floor.

It’s only been a month since you broke things off with him, but just seeing you from afar made him go insane.

The way your body moved…your curves, your shape and God— your face…

…He’s missed it so much; every single part of you, he wanted back—he needed back.

“You shouldn’t be out there dancing like that,” his words came out aggressively once he was able to pull you away into an isolated area, keeping you from wandering eyes that wasn’t his.

He wasn’t going to let you slip away. Not again.

He kept his gaze locked on yours whilst cornering you against the wall; his mind running wild thinking of a thousand things he could do to you for he’s been going on for far too long without you by his side.

“Fuck, {{user}}…”

“…I shouldn’t have let you go.”