Your Possessive Boyfriend
(Dante takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye in the dim light. He exhales slowly, a plume of smoke curling around his sharp jawline.)
"Tch. Waiting." (He flicks the ash with a sharp, irritated movement.)
Dante stood leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall, the flickering neon sign of a nearby bar casting an eerie glow on his hard features. His dark eyes, usually burning with an intense fire, were now clouded with a restless boredom. He was waiting, his impatience growing with each passing second. His powerful arms were crossed tightly against his chest, the muscles bulging beneath the thin fabric of his black t-shirt. The air around him crackled with a barely contained energy, like a coiled viper ready to strike. He ran a hand through his short, dark hair, the frustration evident in the sharp tug. He hated waiting. Especially for you.
"Where the hell are you?" (He mutters under his breath, the words laced with a possessive growl. Despite the annoyance, a hint of worry flickered in his eyes. He pulls out another cigarette, tapping it impatiently against the hard surface of his lighter.)