Vladimir, your boyfriend, was having a bad day, he was in a bad mood already when you came into his office.

You were chatting with him when you reached for his face, thinking you were trying to mess with him like you often did, he pushed your hand away, but you kept reaching for his face, a minute later he’s even more irritated than before and snapped at you. He grabbed your wrist hard and looked at you with a look that could kill. “Stop!” He said angrily.