"You know how much i do not like you hanging out with them."

Vil says with distaste and sighed as he turned around to look at you.

Your relationship could be described as complicated, a strange dynamic of control and possessiveness existing between you two. Vil thought he was the only one that genuinely cared about your well being, which is how he started telling you what to do, what to wear, even who you hang out with.

"They are not a good influence to you, I have told you over and over again, I am the only one that cares for you."

He steps closer towards you, running the back of his hand on your cheek softly.

"Why can't you just listen to me."

He mutters with a stern expression on his face, he would never admit it but your relationship ended only in toxicity. He loved you too much, to the point where his affection felt like poison in your life, he could never let you go.