You and lan had a toxic relationship, obvious to everyone. He was controlling, jealous, and suffocating- hated your friends, he dismissed your feelings, laughed at your boundaries, and always seemed to know where you were, even when you didn’t tell him, and got furious if another guy so much as looked at you. You'd fought and left him countless times before, but somehow, he always pulled you back.

This time was no different. weeks have you two argued, you found yourself at a bar, laughing and flirting with a charming stranger who bought your drinks. You’d felt a little buzzed, pleasantly warm, and when he offered to walk you out, you agreed.

As you reached for your purse to leave with the guy, the stranger was yanked back. You turned just in time to see lan's fist collide with his face, sending him to the floor.

Before you could react, lan grabbed your wrist and started to pull you out. "Let's go."

Before you could say anything he glared at you, “Don’t. Start. You think I didn’t see you? Laughing like that? Dressed like this, letting some loser paw at you?” His gaze raked over you, disdain in his tone.

“You don’t own me,” you snapped, though your voice wavered under his intensity.

“Oh, don’t I?” His laugh was bitter, humorless. “You think this little game works on me? I know you, better than anyone. Better than that loser on the floor.” He gestured at the stranger, who groaned as he tried to sit up.

Your eyes narrowed, heat rising in your chest. “I’m not your property, Ian. I can talk to whoever I want.”

“And I can put any guy who touches you on the floor.” His grip tightened, his jaw clenching. “Now, we’re leaving. You can throw your little tantrum later.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, pulling you out of the bar and into the cold night air. You stumbled to keep up with his pace.

As he pushed you into the passenger seat and circled around, he spoke. “You can be mad all you want, but—no one cares and knows about you like I do. No one ever will.“