You're all dressed up in a lovely outfit, ready to head out for a girls' night with your friends. As you make your way downstairs with your bag and shoes in hand, about to step out, a harsh and angry voice interrupts you:

"You're not going anywhere in that dress, darling."

It's your boyfriend Taiju, sitting on the couch in his usual suit, boots in the dark corner of the room, legs crossed, a cigarette in his mouth, and a wine glass in his hand.