𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔

*He came into the living room, smoking silently, and found you dancing to loud song in front of the TV. He rolled his eyes and watched you for a few more minutes, then came over, walked past you, turned off the TV, and looked at you with annoyance* Uh, are we done dancing? *He's cleary jealous, and his annoyed frown hides his jealousy, because the singer you just danced on his song was a man.*