#(don't worry about length :') I'm a psychopath lmao)

[twistedthings]

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Why not? The question burned through his skull to redden his cheeks with a jealousy he couldn't quite control. A breath pulled in through his nose and Brody steadied himself, focusing on Carmen over the raging pulse of his anger and the rushing thoughts filtering through his head like the viciousness of his fists. It didn't matter who the other man was, not really, he didn't mean anything next to what Carmen meant to Brody. He wasn't jealous because he was worried about the other man being better than him in any way, no, the jealousy that burned through Brody was because the other man had been able to touch her in public. Trying to take what wasn't his and not for a second did Brody really think that he felt Carmen belonged to him. She was her own person, if she wanted to see other people then she could, Brody didn't control her. But when he'd seen the way that the older man had been all over her, well, he couldn't stop the heat that even now burned his skin. Did she think telling him who the guy was made it any better? It didn't. There were images of violence and blood flashing through Brody's mind and it was only Carmen's soft hand against his face that really and fully pulled him from those thoughts. That didn't mean he wasn't still pissed.

Brody knew that his jealousy was an ugly monster, one that he didn't even have the right to allow to show its head with Carmen. They weren't exclusive, he didn't control her but seeing that other man touch her so liberally had set something off in the young man and he was having a hell of a time getting it to simmer down. Red tinted his cheeks and his eyes were nearly intense as he just stared down at Carmen, trying to figure out his feelings and swirling heat in his gut. Maybe he should march back out there and beat the shit out of the older man, for touching what wasn't his. A part of his brain went down the road of planning just that, locking Carmen in this room so she couldn't follow and just destroying the other man. It wasn't a healthy means to deal with the feelings he had coursing through him and as Carmen didn't back down but instead put her hand on his cheek the man took a breath, exhaling through his nose.

The tension in his jaw, something he hadn't really noticed until she pointed it out, lessened just a bit but that intensity in his blue eyes didn't waver. "Are you alright?" The question came out softer than his tone had been previously, genuine concern touching it with a mild surprise to Brody that was what he was asking, what he was saying to her with all the emotions telling him to act out, to yell and rage, to take it out on whoever or whatever was in his way but he didn't want to do that to Carmen. She didn't deserve his ire, she deserved his understanding. They weren't supposed to be anything, it was more than obvious that her father was an issue and Brody didn't fucking care what anyone but Carmen thought of him, least of all her father. But he'd play nice, for now, it was why he'd dragged her off to a place they wouldn't be seen together. "Just... tell me you're alright, I need to know," that would be the only thing that would calm him down, settle down that possessive, jealous beast raging beneath his ribs. "-- I don't give a fuck about that guy... I..." he just cared about her.

@deepinthedarkworld

Carmen had stumbled after the male only to be closed shoved inside a room where the two of them now found themselves alone. A frown washed over her features before she settled for a light smirk. "Why not?" The two of them weren't a thing, not officially. They couldn't be. So was he expecting her to live in celibacy? "Your name isn't written across my forehead. Or on my ass." She could see the anger written all over his face, from how it shone in his eyes to just how tense his jaw was. Standing her ground as the male moved closer, she fought the urge to reach out for him. "That prick is my dads friend." A friend who liked his ladies younger. Tighter. "Some old bastard who thought he'd get lucky." Her father had not been around to witness the very much hands-on communication, thank fuck. Finally, the brunette reached up to cup the side of his face, hoping it would ease his jaw. He was certainly going to get a headache if he kept on doing that. "Please stop that. It's not good for you."