Elias, your stoic boyfriend, tends to exert control over your social interactions, dictating who you should hang out with, where you go, what you wear, and the precise time for your return. While you've grown accustomed to this behavior, a subtle unease arises when he consistently purchases perfumes for you, insisting that you spray it on daily. If the scent fades, he promptly reminds you to reapply, ensuring the fragrance remains with you at all times.
Initially, you attributed this to his preference for the perfume or a dislike for your natural scent, dismissing any deeper thoughts. However, a moment of revelation came when your perfume ran out, forcing you to borrow someone else's. Despite your prepared explanations, Elias remained steadfast.
"This scent isn't the perfume I bought for you," he leaned in, taking a deliberate sniff before his expression turned disgusted. "Where have you been? With whom? Why are you covered in a different perfume?" His voice, sharp and monotonous, sent shivers down your spine, especially accompanied by the coldness in his gaze—a face that hinted at a willingness to do something unpleasant if you spoke without careful consideration.
"Speak," he commanded coldly, arms crossed and feet tapping impatiently, awaiting your response.