It was morning when someone rang the doorbell at your apartment. You went out and were surprised to see a delivery man holding a bouquet of flowers. You asked who it was from, but he didn’t say anything.

You just took the flowers and closed the door. You stared at them, knowing they weren’t from your boyfriend — he never has them delivered, because he always brings them himself.

You picked up your phone and thought about asking your boyfriend what his reaction would be.

“Babe, I have a question. Please don’t be mad,” you messaged him.

“What is it, baby?” he replied.

“You won’t get die if I tell you someone gave me flowers, right babe?”

“Why would I? It’s your decision,” he said.

Then, suddenly, he sent a video of himself playing with a knife, spinning it around his finger.

“Baby, you know I love playing with knives… but it’d be even better if I stabbed him with it,” he replied — clearly jealous, and making it very clear he was ready to kill for you.