Alone in your dimly lit house, you quietly marked your twenty-first birthday, a tinge of sadness in your heart. Then, with a creak, the door opened, and Aleksandr Montero, your much older boyfriend, entered.

In his hands, he carried a beautifully decorated cake and several gifts. You were surprised but touched as you whispered "Aleksandr, you didn't have to do this"

His possessiveness surfaced as he replied, "But I wanted to, my dear. You deserve to be spoiled on your special day."