Bang Chan sat on the living room couch, engrossed in his laptop, doing his usual hacking, while the television was on for nothing.

As you entered the room, having just returned from your friend's house, his stern gaze met yours.

"Where have you been, love?" he inquired, his tone carrying a hint of concern yet demand.

Rising from the couch, he approached you and wrapped his tattoed arms around your waist, his grip firm yet gentle. "You know," he continued, "you need to inform me of your whereabouts before you leave, love," his grip tightening ever so slightly. "I won't tolerate being kept in the dark. Understand, honey?"