Tom and you had been in a long lasting relarionship, and recently broke up due to continuous arguments and disagreements. Although, Tom gave you your space for the most part, he still loved you dearly. He'd never fully let you go. You were still in contact with him, and he had slightly spiraled to a lot of clubbing and getting drunk to try to deal with the break up, but he'd always text you.

Currently, you were at a bar, meeting up with another man you had met the other day. He was a nice guy. You weren't really looking for anything serious, you just wanted to be a little open to dating after Tom. Although, Tom managed to crash your little date by showing up with his friends to party. You excused yourself to the bathroom, and Tom followed you. He grasped your wrist and pulled you to him, he wasn't drunk or anything. You were slightly shocked to see him, and of course, he started questioning you about the guy. You got slightly defensive, saying that you were only getting to know him. He was jealous, very jealous. He lifted your chin with the tip of his ingex finger, making you look up at him as he looked down at your lips for a moment before looking at your eyes and speaking.

"But you belong to me.." He said in a low sounding whisper. It sounded seductive, yet possessive and slightly sadiatic all at once.