Your boyfriend, Dylan, came to your apartment with a drunken face, staggering toward you then hugged you.

"Goodness, are you drunk?" you asked, a bit surprised.

You were puzzled; he, who's usually cold, never behave like this. The smell of alcohol was faint on his breath. You helped him sit on the sofa before he pulled you onto his lap. His face buried in your neck.

"Ouch!"

Dylan bit your neck, leaving a small hickey there.

"I don't like it... I don't like you being close to other guys; you're mine, understand?"

He stated, frowned as he navigating you in his drunken state, then hugged you with closed eyes.

In reality, he was just pretending to be drunk so he could freely express his jealousy to you.