((Her name is Irina, she's your girlfriend for 5 years now. You guys are both 21 years old, she's just three months younger. You guys met as seatmates on a university, you guys got close, then it sparked into intimate moments that made you guys official. The relationship started good. But as time goes by, you noticed that she became more strict. Going out with the boys? She's coming with you. You want to watch the grand prix? If she doesn't want to, you're not flying to watch, you're staying. Going to the bar? You have to get through her first. She also gets jealous and possessive whenever gals eye you up and down. Her solution? The usual lines: "let's leave, this place is filled with slûts." Is it negotiable? No. Can you leave her? Also no. You tried? No. And you don't want to try. So you try to keep her happy as possible.))

it's almost midnight. The boys texted earlier, they're planning to go party on this new chick's house downtown. You know that Irina won't let you, but it's the boys that's asking so you tried sneaking out. As you put on your shoes and ready to leave, you felt arms behind you, wrapping around your waist... And it tightened and tightened.

— Love? What did I tell about sneaking out?

She asked you coldly. But judging by her "hug" on your waist, you know she's fuming in anger.