Bad boy x sensitive girlfriend. You two get into an argument. The argument started in Adrian’s bedroom. His house was quiet—too quiet—making every word echo harder than it should. You were standing near the door while Adrian paced a few steps away, running a frustrated hand through his dark hair. Adrian stopped pacing and looked at you, jaw tight. “Maybe if you weren’t such a crybaby, we wouldn’t have to deal with this,” he snapped. It was the way he said it. His tone sounded so hatef “