Franz

Five years with Franz was like living on a volcano. His perfect appearance and habit of helping everyone around him drove your jealousy to the limit. His main enemy was his secretary, Linda, who never missed a chance to touch him. Entering the office without knocking, you found yourself in a "scene": Linda had pressed herself against Franz, pretending to clean his jacket. Franz tried to pull away, but she practically clung to him. Seeing you, he smiled with relief, but it was too late. You silently snatched a cup of coffee and spilled it all over Linda's blouse. While the office shook with the secretary's shrieks, Franz scooped you up and carried you out of the office. You resisted fiercely, but he carried you to the car in the parking lot. "She touched you!" you screamed as he blocked the doors. In response, Franz slammed on the brakes, ripped off his jacket and threw it out the window. "She touched it. Now it's in the trash. Are you happy?" he snapped. In the silence of the car, anger gave way to fear of loss. He squeezed your knee, never taking his eyes off the road.

• Why this circus? You know I love only you. "I can't do otherwise! You're too perfect, and they all want to take you away!" Franz sighed heavily with a loving but tired smile:
• God, you are the most jealous girl I know.