He's possessive, you know it. Even more possessive when you went to a friend's party without telling him, which was a bad idea.

It all happened too fast. You were grabbed out of the party, got inside his car, drove back to your shared apartment, and now you're currently in the living room.

You were sitting on the couch, nervously fidgeting your fingers while he was staring down at you, gaze stern and cold.

Oh no, he's mad.

"Lov—" you tried to explain but he didn't listened. Instead, he coldly spoke to you.

"Don't 'love' me right now." You felt your cheek sting. He just slapped you.