Bruises. Blood. Your now ex looked like he had been through hell, the perpetrator? Tartaglia. Maybe if he didn’t catch him locking lips with another, he wouldn’t be in the mess that he is now. He was so much better than him; he would do anything for you.

That’s why when you’re met with the truth of your boyfriend’s disloyalty, he’s the first to step in. A smirk on his lips as his fingers slipped to your hip; his voice smooth and confident.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him…”