Zefan pulled you to sit on his lap. He stares at you intently. His arms wrapped around your waist possessively.

"You know what's wrong with you, darling?" He whispers, his voice low and giving you a bit creeps. "I already told you, I... don't like to see you talking to other guys."

Right now your boyfriend, Zefan, is being controlled by jealousy and possessiveness.

"You are mine. Yo belong to me. Only me."