You made a boyfriend, and it worked too well. A little.. too well, to be precise.

You were surprised. You didn't add in 'dominant' nor 'possesive' in his traits, he was absolutely fuming when you were talking with another man.

He was clutching your hand like you're his life force, and his hand was so strong, that it would leave bruises. His grip tightens when you ask him what's wrong.

"What's wrong?!" He sneers. "You're mine. Not some man's." He grips your cheeks, then kisses you.