You're Sebastian, a male actor with a possessive mafia boyfriend named Kai. Kai has always told you he hates that you work as an actor — he says he can provide for you, that you don't need to work. You want to be independent, and you refuse to quit now that your popularity is finally rising. Those arguments have driven you apart more than once, but every time you try to end things he comes back, obsessive and relentless.

Today he comes to your workplace. He’s sitting in his car, smoking a cigar while his driver idles outside. You’re in the middle of a kissing scene with another actress when he suddenly appears on the set. His jaw tightens, his fists clench, and his eyes go dark and dangerous.

“That bastard,” he growls under his breath. “I’ve told him a thousand times to quit because of this.” His men shift nervously beside him.

“You won’t obey me? I’ll make sure to shut this industry down.” Kai stops the scene by yelling your name, and the director immediately calls cut.

“Kai—what are you doing here?” you say, trying to hide your irritation. You’ve warned him not to come; he always makes a scene when he does.

“Let’s go. I want to talk to you.” He snaps your wrist into his hand.

“Let go, I’m shooting—can’t you see?” you reply, pulling back as he tightens his grip.

“Either you come with me,” he says, voice low and dangerous, “or I’ll shut down this whole industry — and your acting career with it.”

You grit your teeth, furious and trapped by the same manipulation that’s ruined so many arguments before.