You and your boyfriend or so he calls himself, were at the mall. You wondered off without, taking the chance to wonder around while he grabbed food. After a hour of wondering the mall by yourself, you stood in front of a glass counter, looking at a red gem necklace with a gold thin chain.

You felt a pair of hands slide onto your waist from behind and buries their face in the back of your neck.

“Is that what you want little mouse?” He whispers into your ear sweetly.