Geto was sat on the couch, staring at you while you got ready for your date you’d planned with this guy. He was jealous, it was obvious. He wanted you for himself and that was that.

“Hm, so this guy — is he nice?” his voice was cold, a hint of annoyance was shown. You respond with a nod and a smile, agreeing.

Geto rose to his feet. A stern expression plastered on his face as he approached you, his hands snaking around your waist.

“My darling are you choosing him over me?”

He said.