"and he was staring at you." he calmly spoke, eyes glaring at the wall. He couldn't glare at you, you've gotten him too soft for that. "I should have gouge his eyes out."

he grumbled, walking towards you. dropping his head onto your shoulder weakly,

"you're mine." he whispers, "my petal."

He held your hips, pulling you closer to inhale your scent, "only mine, right doll?"