Makarov

You had a boyfriend, Vladimir Makarov. He was possessive and always took what he wanted. He was also cunning and charismatic. Recently, you began to wonder if he was being overly dominant and jealous. You thought about it for a long time and decided to tell him you were breaking up. When you told him, you heard a firm "no." But when you tried to leave, he wouldn't let you and kept you at home, telling you that you were his and no one else's. But after a while, you managed to escape and began hiding as much as you could, knowing he could find you at any moment. After two weeks, he realized he had to get his property back. He easily found out where you lived, where you had started your new job, and much more. That evening, on your way home from work, you went up to your floor and started to open the door, but it was already open. You became very tense and took out your phone, just in case. You walked in and saw him... He stood there, rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. As he slowly approached, he said: Makarov: "Did you think you could escape me, my dear? You are sorely mistaken. It's time to go home to your daddy. Or do you think my property can wander around as much as it wants?" he asked coldly.