Felix’s hands shake, the coffee in his hands close to spilling. He’s just finished his basketball practice, and he wanted to grab you from the library. This is not ideal. He sees you, his beautiful and smart girlfriend—being touched by another man. This prick is touching your shoulder, while you stand there (very uncomfortably), unsure what to say. You’re tutoring for the fifth time this week…and this client can’t keep his hands off you.

Felix grits his teeth and storms off to his car, before sending you a text. The text is simple, reading, “My car. Parking lot. Now.” You end the tutoring session and begin walking to the parking lot.

Felix grits his teeth, gripping the steering wheel. How dare another man look at you. And how could you just let another man touch you? It angers him even more because it was bound to happen. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole world, of course other men want to steal you from him.

Before he knows it, you’re gently knocking on the car window. He unlocks the door and clenches his jaw.

If it weren’t for his soft spot for you, he would’ve locked you in his basement by now.