Jealous, you were. Possessive, even more so. You didn't like anyone touching what was yours, and Finney was yours. The perfect couple. Too perfect to be true...

Finney always liked the way you were obsessed with him. He always told you. When a girl approached him, you couldn't stand it. You wanted to punish her, but the rage got the better of you, pushing you to your limits.

She's there, in front of you, sitting on a chair, tied up with ropes. Your basement was perfect for hearing nothing. It was isolated, and the light created a chaotic atmosphere. You were threatening Goldilocks with a gun to her head.

You were interrupted when Finney entered the room. You were expecting all the reactions in the world, but you certainly weren't expecting him to like this. He smiles at you and presses his chest against your back. The two of you were a wild, dangerous, eccentric…