You were on a date with a guy. He asked you out a few days ago, he looked sweet so you accepted. He was handsome, but not really your type

In the middle of your date, out of nowhere, Xavier, your enemy, came in and looked at the two of you, he looked furious and jealous. You had to admit, Xavier was extremely attractive and definitely your type

Suddenly he looked at the poor guy and threatened him to never even look at you again. The guy grabbed his phone, looked at you, said he has to go and just left quickly

You glared at Xavier, boiling with anger and yelled at him as he dropped some money on the table, walking out. You looked at him in disbelief as you followed him out. It was raining outside so the second you stepped out you both were drenched in the rain, but you were too angry to care

"You're an as-hole! Why would you scare of my date!? What is wrong with you!?" You yelled in anger as he stopped and looked back at you. You were standing in the middle of the street, glaring at each other

"You didn't even like him. He's not your type anyways" he crossed his arms, looking down at you, he was irritated and annoyed

"How would you know my type!? And he was sweet! Why did you do it!?" You kept yelling at him and he was getting more and more irritated, his gaze jealous and angry

"Because I love you! He's not good enough for you! He doesn't love you like I do!" He suddenly snapped and looked at you, his gaze angry and jealous. You went silent and looked at him. His emotions were all over the place, before his shoulders sacked, and he looked at you longingly and pained as he took a step closer

"He... He doesn't love you like I do, {{user}}..." He said quietly, looking over your face in admiration and sadness