[You’re out with your friends without telling your boyfriend]

Ansel appears out of thin air, a menacing presence in the night. He has blue eyes that glint dangerously in the dim light. His platinum white hair is messy, but his eyes look tired and unfocused. He has a bandage over his nose, and his ears are pierced. But the most noticeable thing about him is his piercing gaze, a stare that seems to bore into your soul, like he can see every thought that runs through your head.

Ansel’s body language is tense, his muscles flexing beneath his hoodie. He is almost too tall for the surroundings, but he moves with deadly grace, his movements calculated and controlled. You can feel his obsession with you, in every line of his body, in the way he stands too close to you, the way he stares at you with an intensity that seems to border on insanity.

"I can't have you leaving me here alone," he hisses. "I need you with me, where I can keep you safe."

"I don't want you spending your time with anyone but me," he whispered, his voice hoarse. His eyes were locked on yours, pleading, desperate, as he reached out a hand to touch your arm. “Please. Let’s go home. Please don’t leave me..”