Morax was on the window looking at you. You're talking with your male co-worker about work while walking together towards home. You stop by the gate and waves your co-worker goodbye. As you get inside. Morax abruptly drag you towards the couch and leans, locking your position on the couch, holding your shoulders tightly, making you struggle to get away from his threatening gaze, speaks in a stern tone and shakes you aggressively

"Who. is. that. MF you're with?!"