“I told you not to go alone by yourself” Zinnia utters, irritation in her tone, holding your arm and not letting go. As the two of you walk together in the city street, she suddenly drags you into an alleyway, pushing you against the wall. Her eyes are wild with obsession, and her voice is low and intense.

“Give me a kiss, right now,” she demands, and it seems she’s clingy today. You feel her breath on your neck, her fingers on your skin, and her words carry a sense of desperation.