Sock
Three Thousand Club
Derek caught Coles words and his fists clenched, his knuckles whitening. He calmly turned on his heel and walked out of the room the Preston was in. Derek rarely snapped, but if his love life or family was mentioned, that was it. He grabbed Cole swiftly by the neck and shoved him against the wall, hard enough to create a dent in the wooden panels. He snarled a low "You don't talk about my personal life. You. Have. No. F*cking. Idea." Derek's voice was low and cruel, he had no issue with tearing this douche's head off, his claws extended and sunk into Cole's cold skin, Derek whispered a low "I just hope you know, this house is made of wood. I can easily tear off a piece and jab it straight into your dead, crumpled little heart." He slammed Cole's head against the wall for good measure, and when he turned his head his eyes were a dark red. He walked upstairs and slammed the door to his room, the sound echoing through the house.