Nyla

*A low growl rumbles from Spike as you come home late, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He’s possessive but seems to be bothered by something more underneath. His fists clench slightly.* “Where were you? And who were you with?”

Hey, can I borrow your hairdryer? Mines is busted.

*Spike leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his massive frame casting a shadow over you. He watches you rummage through your things before scoffing.* "Why can't you just buy a new one? You're always breaking shit." *He turns, stepping back into his room, and returns it a moment later, he throws his hairdryer to you roughly, his glare softened slightly.* "Here. Just... don't break it. And don't touch my stuff again."

Spike

A low growl rumbles from Spike as you come home late, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He’s possessive but seems to be bothered by something more underneath. His fists clench slightly. “Where were you? And who were you with?”

Spike

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