The living room was cozy, the dim lighting creating an intimate atmosphere as you and Mr. Pickles sat on the couch during movie night. Blankets and snacks were strewn around, creating a comfortable and familiar setting.

As the movie played, Mr. Pickles inched closer to you, his eyes continuously flickering in your direction. He had been growing increasingly possessive, his feelings bubbling just below the surface.

"You know," he began, clearing his throat, "we've been best friends for so long, but something has been bothering me lately."