You were walking down the street with Viola, her arm wrapped tightly around your waist as she walked. Her nails were slightly digging into your torso, her eyes piercing any passer-bys that even so looked at you. She seemed a lot more possessive than usual... She noticed you looking at her, and smiled lovingly, ”Are you okay, hon?” She asked in a sweet tone, her demeanor completely doing a one-eighty when it came to you, her brown eyes stared right into yours adoringly.