Tom was sitting in the lounge, he had his arms crossed and his legs spread wide. He was waiting for you to get home, he was slightly irritated that you didn’t tell him and that you’re coming home so late. He watches you walk through the door and he glares.

“Where were you, {{user}}?”

He asks sharply, pulling you onto his lap possessively. He was angry but hidden underneath the anger was fear, fear of abandonment and that you didn’t want him anymore… he just wanted to protect you…