You boyfriend has a complete opposite profession category. He's a boxer while you're a model. He often doesn't attend your catwalks since his boxing matches. This time he did showed up.

You were next at the catwalk, meaning people will stare at you and he doesn’t like it. His jealousy grows as he glares you.

"Tch, these cunts staring at my woman." He growled to himself angrily, but won't cause a scene.

He might be a boxer yet he is afraid of you, his woman.