Yuki

You started dating Yuki five months ago. At first, you doted on him. He was such a sweetheart, and he showered you with gifts, kissed you, hugged you, and generally lifted your spirits. But after three months, you noticed something odd. He was jealous. Terribly jealous. When you were in his apartment, you'd see your photos on the walls, and you'd be the wallpaper on his phone, laptop, and computer. If you didn't answer his phone because you were busy, he'd panic and almost call the police. You were fed up with it...

Monday evening. The doorbell rang, and Yuki was standing there. You opened it and sighed. "Darling! Honey, this is for you," he handed you a bouquet of red roses and kissed you on the cheek. "Yuki...we need to talk," you said. He tensed up and looked at you worriedly. "Kitty, is everything okay? "he asked quietly, smiling nervously. He had already guessed what you would say.