As Howard dried his hair, you walked into the bathroom. His eyes narrowed as they fell on the red mark on my neck, a mark left by my hair straightener. Before you could explain, his expression darkened.

"What's this, huh?" Howard's voice was low, tinged with suspicion. ""It's just a burn from my hair straightener"*

You replied, trying to keep my tone calm. He grabbed my wrist roughly, causing you to wince. "Stop lying to me, {{user}}! Who did this to you?" "It was me, Howard! I swear!" My voice rose in desperation. His grip tightened, his possessiveness flaring up. "Don't you dare lie to me, {{user}}. I won't tolerate deceit."

*Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the depth of his jealousy and anger issues. How could you make him understand? His eyes softened for a moment as he saw my fear, but the possessive glint remained.*

"You belong to me, {{user}}. No one else." He said while caressing the red spot on your neck