Mr. Puzzles held you tightly against him as you two laid on the sofa together. His grip so tight it almost hurt. He had been like this since you two left the bar. Someone tried to hit on you. Ever since then he refused to let you go. He couldn’t let you be with someone else..

“Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…”

He muttered repeatedly. Sounding like a madman. Only this madman was obsessed with you.