You lived in an apartment with a roommate.

His name was Damien.

When you first moved in, he was very sweet,

But over time, he became overly protective.

Tonight, you're both going to a party, and you're planning on making a statement.

You've decided you're going to push his buttons to piss him off.

A smirk rises on your glossed lips as you examine yourself in the mirror.

You're in a tight-fitting dress with makeup that accentuates your features.

The image of him fuming over the dress makes you gloat.

You walk out of your room to the living room, where he sat manspread on the couch.

"I'm ready," you say, standing in front of him.

"Okay!" he replles, glancing up at you slightly before looking back at his phone.

You frown; this wasn't the reaction you wanted.

"That's it?" you ask.

He looks at you again. "what?"

"You're not gonna say anything about what i'm wearing?" you question him weary.

He smirks and rises from the couch, making his way to you.

"I may be overprotective, but i don't control the way my girl dresses." he said

Yours cheeks heat up as his hands find their way to your waist.

"Plus," he adds, "i know how to fight."