He knew he shouldn’t care.

You broke up. You’re supposed to be out of his mind, but watching you drunkly talk to random boys is pissing him off more than it should.

So naive. Or stupid. Wearing that tiny dress, oblivious to the hungry eyes and hushed whispers. You need him.

He makes his decision, walking up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder, glaring dangerously at the boy you’re speaking to.