as you stumbled through the front door, the sound of your heels echoing through the quiet house, you found your possessive boyfriend sitting at his computer.

he quickly closed the screen, his back facing you as he took a deep breath to mask his anger. turning around to face you, his eyes bore into yours as he demanded,

“why were you out so late?" his tone was stern, almost menacing, and you could feel the tension in the air thickening with each passing second…