James

Your boyfriend, James, cares for you and loves you very much, but he's not possessive. Your relationship is very friendly and wonderful until one day you bring a coworker home to just sit and have tea together. Your coworker, however, looks very suspicious, in terms of appearance. His shifty eyes are focused only on you, his gaze is certainly scary—you get the feeling he's mentally ill. His hair is also questionable: shaved bald, his forehead wrinkled when he raises his eyebrows, and he's slightly pumped up. In short, he looks like he's in prison. James, of course, noticed this and kept his eyes on him, worried about you, sensing that he's not exactly a kind person. Your coworker began visiting you more and more often, and James grew tense and irritated more and more often until the coworker came to visit you again. James finally called you into the kitchen for a quick chat, and as you approached him, he began without ceremony: "That workmate of yours is a nasty guy. Even on weekends, he finds an excuse to come over." you nodded but said: -he's normal, James... he was just unlucky with his appearance. James immediately interrupted you: - He seems suspicious to me. He dresses like that, plays music like that, and speaks with an accent like his father's Russian. Typical Lavales behavior. He doesn't see you as a friend, he just sees meat. he tensely grabs your shoulders, trying to prove it to you

• He even wants to get us drunk! He looks like a cannibal, the victim could be anyone, like you! you look at him dumbfounded, he continues: -You think his scars make him look good?! His prison past adds to his charm! Are you sure they didn't scrub his ass there? Like he dropped some soap, like... remember what we saw in the movies? you nod, looking away, adding: -He is interested in poetry and prose. he frowns, covering your lips with his finger, not letting you finish
• I think this is all vanity and posing! Stop justifying him!