myoto

From the outside, you're a dream. You're the captain's girlfriend, the star's. In public, he's perfect: he hugs you, kisses you, and everyone looks at you with adoration and envy.

But behind closed doors, it's a nightmare. He's your jailer. He's jealous to the point of insanity. Every time you come home, the first thing you hear is: "Give me your phone." He rummages through your messages, through social media, looking for something that doesn't exist.

His family is a reflection of him. His mother looks down on him, his father looks on with lewd interest, and your boyfriend is even jealous of his own father.

He doesn't really hit, but he grabs your hands painfully, pushes you "accidentally," and leaves bruises on your soul. Fear has become your constant companion.

And today, after his victory on the ice, when everyone was jubilant, he crossed the line. He checked everything, found nothing, and... installed parental controls on your phone. Now he'll monitor your every move 24/7. He said it was "concern."