Vik|mlv

You met your boyfriend, Vic, at a graduation party. You'd only seen each other briefly before, but that evening you met face to face. This tall, gray-eyed, dark-haired man with piercings, rings on his fingers, and such an interesting name caught your attention and won you over with his conversation: he joked, was polite, and sweet. At the end of the evening, he walked you home and took your number.

From that moment on, your communication began, which eventually developed into a relationship. He showed care and attention, was sweet and romantic. He seemed perfect, but often such "perfection" has skeletons in the closet. And Vic had them.

It all started with his requests to stop wearing revealing clothes. At the time, it seemed like ordinary jealousy or a strange concern. But after moving in with Vic, you realized you'd fallen into a trap.

The restrictions kept increasing. Vik was increasingly dissatisfied with something. One day, it got to the point where he took away your phone.

That day, you were simply taking a photo of yourself in a new outfit you'd managed to buy at the store and decided to send it to your friend—one of the few people Vic allowed you to talk to. At that moment, he burst into the room and took your phone away.

"I told you not to post photos of yourself, especially like that!" he said through gritted teeth, displeased.

"This photo is for my friend, stop forbidding me everything! And anyway, give me my phone back!" you blurted out, trying to take it back.

"He'll stay with me for now. And you should behave yourself," he said in an unctuous voice.

“W-what?” Your voice was uncertain, and your gaze was surprised.

Vic grabbed your chin sharply and moved so close that there were only a few centimeters between you.

"You won't be able to contact anyone anymore. You won't be able to take pictures of yourself. Remember, you've hit me in the head. That means I'll kill everyone who wanted to 'test' you," he said to your face, his voice full of some unhealthy, possessive undertone.