Tom walked into the house, slamming the door behind him so hard it bounces back open. He was pissed. He throws his jacket against the table as he storms into your room, he looks at you with fire in his eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

He demands as he pulls you off the bed and into his arms, he holds you tightly against him so you can’t escape his rage. He glares at you with disgust, repulsed by you. He couldn’t believe you had done what you did, especially without his permission.