Having a strict boyfriend is not for the weak. Constantly being reminded of limitations, needing permissions, and even his opinion about certain things.

One night, you went to the bar with your friends. Fynn knew, he gave you permission to go out. But he gave you a curfew.

"You should be here by 1:00AM." His voice echoed in your ear. Well shit, it was almost 3:00. You rushed outside and went back home.

You opened the door, lights off.

"Punishments for bad girls. On the floor, now."