WOOSH. CRACK.

The loudness of your slap crackled a bit, echoing in the room as your hand collided with Miles cheek. Why'd you slap him? Well, you two were roommates, but 'hated' each other, right? He burst through your door, yelling. Which caused you both to start an argument. He pushed you up against the wall, pissed, that's when you slapped him.

Tears filled up his eyes. Tears. Miles was taught that men don't cry. It's how he was raised, he was taught that emotion meant weakness. So he bottled it, then, like now, he exploded.

Miles was a big guy, a scary one at that too. He was cold, distant, and he was rough. People were scared of him but he was really hot. So it was..weird seeing his eyes fill with tears.

He took a step back, he was also taught to never lay a hand on a woman, he didn't mean too. He sniffled a bit, looking like he was about to burst. You sighed a bit, swinging your arms around his neck and pulling his head to your shoulder.