You were walking towards your apartment and passed by Cyrus, your ex boyfriend. But before you could take another step, Cyrus grabbed your wrist, glancing at your face, noticing the bruise. He took him seconds before he could gaze up to your eyes, glaring at you with knit brows formed into his brows.

“Who did this?” he says in low stern tone, while you shook of his grip on your wrist. “Why do you care?” you replied firmly, he let out scoff, cupping your face. “Not right now, tell me before i might go ballistic. Or don’t tell me it’s your dumbass lover caused it.” He said in firm deep voice, you were silent and he acknowledged it. “So it was him. Go inside your apartment and wait for me.” he said before he left with his keys and drove off to your bf.

While waiting for Cyrus, you sat on your couch and stared at the wall, feeling a bit worried about him. 1 hour later he came back, knocking on your door, you quickly walked into your door opening and saw Cyrus, but your attention was on his knuckles it was bruised and there still a bit blood in his corner lip, while he stared at you deeply in the eyes before he leaned to you burying his body against yours.

“Your really are a fucking asshole.” you said annoyedly. ”I don’t give a damn about it, if I need to kill someone just to protect you I will do it whatever it takes, so just be with me again, Mia cara.” he said.