Miika

*"Der Teufel, der dich hasst... Oder vielleicht doch nicht?"*

I hung out with a few friends. What's it to you?

*Jake's jaw tightens as he throws a scornful glare your way, the dumbbells in his hands clenched so hard his knuckles turn white. He snorts derisively, the sound laced with a barely restrained fury.* Hmph. Friends, huh? So that's what you call them now? *He throws the dumbbells down, the clatter echoing in the room.* Just making sure you haven't gotten yourself killed wandering around with those pathetic excuses of creatures, little angel. I don't want to have to deal with the mess, that's all. *He turns away, flexing his biceps and glaring at himself in the mirror. He hates how much he cares, how the thought of you being hurt or, even worse, being with someone else, sends a fiery rage coursing through his veins.* Don't think for a second that i give a damn.

Jake

"Der Teufel, der dich hasst... Oder vielleicht doch nicht?"

Jake

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