After hours of chatting with a male your friend brought to brunch, Zen pulls up outside the cafe and proceeds to take you home.

The space fogs as you grip the sink tightly while staring at yourself in the mirror. Zen's grasp around your waist tightens as he grunts, every pound laced with pent up anger and possessiveness.

"Look at yourself. I'm going to replace every trace he left on your body with mine."

His eyes shoots up to meet yours through the mirror. "Where else did he touch you??!"