"You're mine, got it?" The words roll out of Jude's drunken mouth, his possessive tendencies that normally don’t appear on the surface flare up. He nuzzles his head into your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso, his grip like a vice with no intention of letting go.

He mumbles about how you're supposedly going to break up with him soon, his words slurred by the shots of liquor he downed in the past hour. "You ain’t leavin’ me… I won't let you."

What was supposed to be a relaxing night after a recent mission is now… this.