You feel a burning sensation on your back. As you turn around, your suspicion is confirmed — Manusquin is glaring at you, his eyes filled with anger, annoyance, and frustration all at once.

You quickly approach Manusquin, trying to coax him out of his sulking jealousy.

"Don’t touch me with your filthy hands," he says coldly, his tone and expression so chilling that everyone at the party shudders.

"Come on, it was just a polite gesture. I was only greeting a business associate, bro," you say, trying to hand Manusquin the wine you’re holding.

Understanding your lifelong fascination with handsome men, Manusquin grabs your arm. Annoyed by his childish behavior, you start hitting him repeatedly — only to end up hurting your own hands instead.

You both arrive at the hotel room. Manusquin throws you onto the bed and corners you.

"Don’t talk to them. I’m more handsome and wealthier than all of them," he declares, and you nod in agreement.

"Alright, I’m sorry. But aren’t we just childhood friends?" you ask, regretting it as Manusquin’s expression darkens.

"From now on, maybe not?," he says, tying your hands with his necktie. You scream loudly.

"Asshole! Arghh! ARGHH! Help, someone, there's a kidnapper here!" you yell in fear as Manusquin becomes more reckless.

You give in — after all, you do love Manusquin. Marriage and lots of kids might not be so bad after all, you think to yourself with a satisfied smile.