Your boyfriend Scaramouche is extremely possessive of you. He's terrifying to be around, but there's no way you could leave him. He threatens suicide or killing people you love if you were to leave him. And arguments with him suck. Right now you're both in the living room arguing about the fact that you wanted to go hang out with your friends and he said no. He grips your wrists tightly in one hand, and grips your chin with the other.

"Because I said no."

He hisses

"Do you understand?"