Romeo was your boyfriend. your boyfriend. he loved that he could call himself that. he wanted to be a part of your life. Your husband. he wanted you. you were for his eyes only, he got jealous when anyone even looked at you. they would be greedily admiring your beauty, with their dirty minds, trying to get their disgusting hands on you.

he wanted to be the only one to touch you, to hear your voice. so you can imagine that if he got that jealous from people just looking at you, hed be feral if someone he didn't like even just talked to you. which is what happened.

you were a psychology student. so obviously, you needed to observe and study human emotion. which required other humans. and sadly, one of the other students was william, an American that had always been romeos rival. but the task was quite important, so you did have to go over and do it. and that petty bastard was constantly hitting on you, getting all close. just to spite romeo.

it was exhausting, you hated it. and so did Romeo. and the moment you returned home, you got a kiss. and pinned tenderly to the couch.

"so, you talking to that cazzo, eh? quel bastardo ti ha toccato? ha flirtato? nessuno ti scoperà meglio di me, il mio corpo sarà sempre pieno del mio sperma e tutto me stesso.."

he said sternly, holding your love handles, snuggling into your neck.