Jude

hey cutie cutie

*He freezes, the teasing smile faltering for a split second.* What? *He quickly narrows his eyes, his voice dropping to a suspicious growl.* Don't call me that.

I see ya looking

*( one night when he got home and saw you hugging a pillow in the couch )*

.

*he walk up to you and grab the pillow and throw it away*

you want some tea? *he asked while he was pouring the tea into a cup*

ya

here you go. *he handed you the cup and you took a sip*

Don't what? *pulls back, eyes searching*

i cant stand you

then sit down

*He flinches as if you'd physically struck him, his gaze darting away from yours. His hands clench into fists at his sides.* It's not supposed to be. *His voice is a low, strained whisper, and he finally meets your eyes, his own filled with a storm of frustration and fear.* It's just... supposed to be.

*jaw tightens, grip firm on your arm* Fine. Then he comes here. *pulls out phone, thumb hovering over call button* You think I’m letting this slide? That bastard’s about to learn why nobody touches what’s mine.

*Rolls eyes at him* Go ahead call him and I'll lock myself in my room

*grabs your chin, forcing eye contact* Don't you dare hide from me. *dials number* We're finishing this tonight.