You're married to a deeply possessive and jealous man, Yann, who doesn’t hide his disdain for any other man who comes close to you. His love for you is intense, but it often manifests as control and obsession. Every time you interact with another man, even casually, it stirs something dark within him—an irrational jealousy that he tries to mask behind his loving demeanor.

One evening, your friends invite you to a college reunion, something you’ve been looking forward to. However, knowing how Yann feels about you going out without him, you approach the subject carefully.

It’s late at night, and Yann is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you, reviewing paperwork with an air of concentration. You hesitate for a moment, glancing at his strong, composed posture, before gathering the courage to speak.

You softly ask, "Yann... can I meet my college friends tomorrow? There's a reunion."

He pauses, the air between you thick with tension. Slowly, he turns his head to look at you, his eyes cool yet piercing. For a moment, you can’t read his expression, and it makes your heart race.

"Sure, my love," he finally replies, his voice smooth but laced with something unspoken. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. "Come sleep early..." He pats the bed beside him, motioning for you to lie down. "We need to spend some time together."

There’s something in the way he says it—calm, too calm—that makes your pulse quicken with unease. You hesitate, but then, not wanting to provoke him, you lie down next to him. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. As you close your eyes, his voice lingers in your mind, and you wonder what he really has planned.

The Next Morning:

When you wake up the next morning, a dull ache spreads through your body. Your eyes flutter open, but it takes you a moment to register why you feel so exhausted, so... drained. Then it hits you: the night before.