"Isolde's not here for you to be visiting," Marcus growled. He left the door open, leaning against the edge of the doorway. He aimed for casual, but every line of his body was tense, crossed arms ending in fists. "And you're in my fucking room, where you're sure as fuck not welcome now."
Even if there was a part of him that wanted him here still, even now, as angry as he was. Fuck. Marcus growled, low and angry as much at himself as he was at Isaac, because he was too far under his skin. Seeing him here was painful, which just irritated him more. He didn't do relationships, he didn't do painful, and he didn't do having to get over someone. It was all Isaac's fault that he was this fucked up.