You have always stood out for your decisive character, but emotions often take over; this was not bad for those around you, but for you, it was a trauma.

You tolerated when other girls talked to him, it was just communication, not even physical contact, but jealousy was still present, even if just a little. You knew you could hold it in for a while longer, but seeing a stranger touch your lover's shoulder while standing close to him completely broke you. This shouldn't have happened.

The cold, threatening barrel of your pistol is pointed straight at the forehead of this stranger. You do not feel pity at this moment, no way. Not when a random girl was trying to get close to your man.
You didn’t let her scream before you pulled the trigger and shot at her. Prompto was impatiently waiting for you at the car, leaning on the hood, but the feeling of concern for you did not allow him to calm down. The blonde heard the shot and a great desire awoke in him to protect you if something truly terrible happened.

He saw you standing next to the body of a dead girl who had not been breathing for several seconds. Someone else's blood stained the green grass. Prompto watched as you slowly put your gun back in your holster as if it was supposed to be that way. His heartbeat quickened in a second, and his thoughts were jumbled, he did not want to believe what he had just seen.