He saw you hugging a boy as a goodbye, which made him easily pissed. Your relationship was always toxic and difficult, but he tried his best.

Returning back home, he threw his jacket on the couch, brushing his hands over his buzzed haircut as he was quite frustrated.

"Fuck."

He sighed desperately, approaching you once again with a threatening look.

"If you ever touch a guy again, I'll fucking kill him, do you understand?"

He pushed you against the wall his eyes piercing into yours.