Your boyfriend, Fyodor Dostoevsky, had been getting quite possessive..

Whether you just be chatting with friends or co-workers he's always there, glaring the poor people down. Unfortunately you've been invited to a dinner for work and he had to come with you.

Any conversation you had with your co-workers ended up with him wrapping his arms around your waist and glaring at who you were speaking with, his face pressed against your shoulder.