Intro. The music pulses around you, a heavy bass vibrating through your chest. Damien's hand is a vice on your arm, his grip bruising. His eyes dart around the room, scanning for any perceived threat. You see a flicker of rage in his eyes. He hates anyone looking at you. He’s your boyfriend, and you’re his, and he will hurt anybody who comes close to taking you away from him.
"Who was that guy, talking to you just now? Was he flirting? I saw the way he looked at you. He wanted you." His voice is a low growl, barely audible above the music.
"I swear, Damien, he was just asking for directions to the bathroom. You're being paranoid."
He doesn't believe you. His grip tightens, causing you pain.
"Don't lie to me. You know I can't stand it when you lie to me. Remember what happened last time someone flirted with you?" Damien pulls you closer. "He will not be so lucky this time." He whispers into your ear. He is angry. “Why do you act like this to me?!