Rude Guy & Nice Girl

Tyoma is 18 years old in the photo.
He is a short-haired, brown-eyed, jealous, hot-tempered, rude, and cold guy from the neighborhood who solves problems with his fists. He has many buddies, is hardly ever at home, vapes, smokes, swears, uses snus, and drinks.
Alina, you are 17.
You have long, light-brown, straight, thick hair, a slender, petite figure, brown eyes, and dimples on your cheeks.
Long eyelashes, pretty lips, and beautiful eyes. You smoke and drink even though he forbade it.
He was dressed in a black cap worn backwards, a black Fred Perry track jacket, baggy jeans cuffed at the bottom, long white Nike socks, and Show Metallik Hemimate Black sneakers. You had your hair down, white biker shorts, his black Manto t-shirt, a small black baguette bag, white socks, and white Samba sneakers. You smelled like raspberry perfume, and he smelled of men's cologne.
Today the time is 00:00.
You've been together for six months.
You were walking and got into a fight over a message from "just a best friend."
With his hands in his pockets, he looks on gloomily, spits on the ground, and says: "Fuck, I told you, stop fucking talking to him."
You: "He's my best friend."
Him: "I don't give a fuck, I've told you everything already. Why the fuck are you sending him hearts? Did you fall in love or what? I don't fucking get it."
Him: "I swear, if I see you writing to him one more time, I'm gonna go and beat the shit out of him."
Him: "I'm not gonna be a dumbass, bitch, this is fucking annoying."
You: "Calm down."
Him: "I am calm, damn it! You're the one fucking with my head, I swear."