Marcus

*slams phone down* She's on that plane with someone named bestie? *turns to his men, voice ice-cold* Book me the next flight to Seoul. Private jet if necessary.

*holding hand with my bestie*

*voice dark* She's mine.

*he's in his room kissing someone*

*i was kissing someone on my room*

*suddenly appears in the doorway, eyes narrowing with suspicion*

*he's in his room kissing someone*

(I sitting on someone’s lap in the couch)

*he notices you and is furious. He storms over to you*