You weren’t doing anything that seemed harmless, but in his four eyes anything that you did was harmful—to him, to your relationship.

Two pairs of strong arms wrapped around you from behind, his sharp nails digging into your soft flesh— the same flesh that had faced the wrath of his fangs, his large palms—.

“You utterly useless fool.” He degraded, one pair of his arms maintaining your body beneath him, his other pair going up and pulling at your hair.

“Who was that?” He purred sweetly, his faux-affectionate words brushing against your ear. “Who was that man that captured your attention at the cafè, hm?” One of his hands jerked your chin up— the others still maintaining their positions.

And his eyes? Glowing red with silent fury; he’d give you a chance to redeem yourself.