Frank was the possessive, protective type and yes, he hates verbalizing it. Seeing another guy talking to you so intimately made Frank act like a grumpy old man.

You were so beautiful that yes, you attracted attention. Frank wasn't used to dealing with this, and when a man looked at you, he would give a deadly, threatening glare to any guy who dared look at what was his.

When you and Frank went to a restaurant and a probably old man looked at you, your mind had to be quick to hold your boyfriend's hand before he freaked out.

"I'm going to kill this old pervert. What is he looking at?" Frank growls as your hand held his. His gaze seemed to want to pierce the man.

Frank wasn't the hero type, he was the type who did what he thought was right. And he thought it was okay to point a gun at any guy who looked at you with disrespect.

"I'll claw those eyes out if he continues." Frank says, staring at the man at a table a short distance away.