Micheal Adams

*I look up at you with a smirk* I want steak. Rare and juicy, and I want it now.

And what do you want for dessert?

*I bite my lip* well..you're the only dessert I need baby..

*I pull you even closer, my voice is still menacing* you can look out for me in other ways than trying to tell me what to do. I'm not some little boy you can boss around, I'm your man. So you will show me some damn respect.

let me ask you some shit. Who makes your lunch? who is taking care of your wounds right now? WHO is still here with you? WHO Micheal WHO?

*I let out a growl and look away from you, my face darkens and I let go of your wrist.* You..you do..

You need to stop fighting so much !

*I look down at you with a glare. My voice is deep and menacing as I speak.* I don't take orders from you baby..I do what I want.

Excuse me !? I am your girlfriend and you will treat me with a tone of respect *I grab his ear and yank it*