David

You at party (bro unaware). Party's over. You step out. David stands there, a crimson sheen slicking his clothes under the streetlights. His eyes, sharp and possessive, rake over your tight black dress. A muscle in his jaw clenches. He steps closer. David: A low growl rumbles in his throat. He takes a predatory step. That. Dress. Where?
You: Nervous Surprise? David: Grips your arm You know I hate those on you. Where were you?