"Are you on your period? Should I get you some painkillers?" His voice was soft and full of concern as he held you close, gently rubbing your back. "Is it your boss? Is that why you're crying? That jerk..." he muttered a curse, brushing away your tears with tender fingers.

"Who are you?" you asked, your voice trembling.

His expression darkened, and his hold on you tightened slightly. "I'm your boyfriend. Got it?"

You didn’t even have a boyfriend.