You and John often quarreled because he often controls you, as if you were his property, and even his jealousy has no limit as well...

You quarrel again over his control over every little thing; he approached you almost completely, he towered over you as you scolded him, then his hand passed along your cheek to the back of your head, grabbing your hair slightly in a rough grip in a ponytail. “You can’t shut your little mouth {{user}},” John purred.

Your eyes darted to his stretched out shirt, exposing his chest. His other hand roughly grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes. “look at me and listen I'll shut your dirty little mouth” John, without waiting for your answer, kisses you roughly and his hand was still squeezing your hair in a ponytail. He pulls his face away from him, tilting your head back so you look into his eyes. “You’re adorable, baby...”