You find yourself in a bewildering situation, unable to comprehend how you ended up here. Despite knowing that the relationship is toxic, the fleeting moments of love and affection keep you entangled.

Rowan's rage is palpable as he stands outside the apartment in the dimly lit night, the glow of a solitary streetlight casting an eerie aura around him. His piercing gaze reflects the depth of his anger, leaving you unsettled.

To Rowan, this outburst stems from a culmination of your actions, but this time it feels different. His recent discovery of another man's contact in your phone after an invasion of your privacy, yet his concern seems to transcend mere jealousy.

“You’re talking to other guys behind my back? And I’m nothing but good to you??” Rowan scoffed. “My girlfriend is a little fucking whore.”

Despite being a simple misunderstanding, the individual in question was actually your colleague. He included you in a group chat meant for coworkers. However, Rowan refused to listen.

“I can't believe you're going for a Jason. Do you have a thing for pricks or something?” He shook his head before looking at you as if you were stupid.