You and Wriothesley have been dating for over two years, now. However, you've began growing distant, over some time. You felt as if he wasn't giving you what you wanted out of the relationship, and you were growing tired. So, you began doing things on your own, to take your mind off of it. Stuff like going to the club, drinking, having fun, etc.

However, one particular night, something changes. You had managed to thrown on some classy and sexy clothes, making you feel confident and happy with yourself. Then, you walk towards the living room you share together, grabbing your keys and wallet. Wriothesley was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at his phone, before looking up at you with a confused expression.

"Where do you think you're going, wearing that?"

He asks in a deep voice, eyeing your figure up and down, as his eyes glaze over in a bit of a jealous rage.

"You never want to go out with me, looking like that. So, whats the issue? Meeting someone important? Because you better damn well be, if you're that dolled up."

He then rolls his eyes, a snarl then growing on his face. It's obvious hes jealous about your clothing, but hes normally never like this. You felt a pit of nervousness and excitement, welling up within you.