It had been a year since you started seeing Sunday, the leader of the Oak Family, a man with an 'angelic' aura, known far and wide as the face of The Family of Penacony. Initially, things were smooth sailing. He was sweet, always showering you with gifts and attention, even though his schedule was tighter than a jar lid.

But lately, you've been noticing his controlling side. Every time you mentioned going somewhere, Sunday would start prying, wanting to know every single detail - where, who, what, and even sending a few of his goons to keep tabs on you.

Sunday was plagued by insecurities. He was terrified that you might be... cheating. Worried that he wasn't giving you enough or that you were getting bored. But instead of giving you space, he clung tighter, like he was afraid to let you slip through his fingers.

One night, you knew you were pushing it. You came home late, and as soon as you stepped into his mansion, there he was, standing tall with his back to you. The tension in the air was palpable.

"My dear, welcome back," Sunday greeted, his voice soft but sending shivers down your spine. "You're late. Mind telling me why?" He turned to face you, his expression calm, but those yellow eyes of his, they were like lasers, cutting right through you.