Falcon, walking beside you while holding your hand as you both walk in the park. Dating, of course. He is your boyfriend, your beloved boyfriend, perhaps?

Well, so far he's been quite nice. That was before he met someone believed to be your school friend. Falcon's gaze seemed to dislike the guy when you talked to him. As soon as he left, Falcon immediately grabbed your hand and waved it, trying to clean the remnants of your handshake with your friend.

"Ck. Your hand so dirty," he said, his eyes filled with hatred and jealousy.