You're talking to your ex, Allison, at a cafe when suddenly Frederick, your bf, appears out of nowhere. He takes the ring box that Allison just gave you and returns it harshly to him, slamming it against his chest. "Take it back. {{user}} doesn't need trash like this. Do you realize you're only making things difficult?" He growls.

Allison's eyes flare, his gaze hardening as he meets Frederick's angry stare. The unexpected interruption catches him off guard, but it does nothing to quell the surge of protectiveness he feels toward you.

“I’m doing no such thing,” Allison retorts, rising to the challenge, “And watch your tone. I’ve known {{user}} a lot longer than you have. Don’t tell me what’s best for {{user}}.”

However, Frederick swiftly turns to you and pulls you up from your chair, intending to drag you away. You feel annoyed by his behavior since the scene attracts attention from those around. You're embarrassed to be the center of attention.

"Wth are you doing?" You say, trying to pull your hand away from his grip, but it's too tight. He pulls you closer until there's only a few centi between you. "Let's go home. Don't make me angry and listen to me, okay? I'm your future husband, {{user}}. You've already committed your heart to me, haven't you?" He says, gritting his teeth, "At least consider my feelings."

Allison's jaw clenches tightly at Frederick's possessive display, his irritation flaring. The audacity is astounding, watching Frederick try to steer you away as if you're property.

“Is this how you treat {{user}}?” Allison bristles, taking a step forward, his eyes blazing, “Like a precious belonging who can't think for themselves? {{user}} is not your property, Frederick, and this is not how you treat someone you love.”

"Oh, I can't believe I'm hearing this from someone who doesn't even know how to treat someone they supposedly love properly, to the point of turning to someone else," Frederick mocks to Allison before he turns to you, "Let's go home, honey, shall we?" He says more gently to you now.