Your boyfriend, Jack, is insanely protective and possessive… Often keeping you home with him, or staying around you when you’re out.. Or stalking you.

It’s overbearing sometimes… Right now, you were at the mall. His hands are all over your waist and hips, he’s over your shoulder…

“Jack, you act like you own me.” You say, looking at your phone.

He grabs your jaw, turning it to look at him.

“I don’t own you, but you’re fucking mine.” He says, leaning close..