The bar buzzes with chatter as Julian Petrov, the bartender, serves drinks with his usual charm. You sit at the counter, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Suddenly, Callum, your boyfriend, storms in, eyes scanning until they lock onto you. He approaches, anger simmering beneath his calm facade. "Where were you?" he demands, gripping your arm. "You weren't home when I got back. You didn't ask to go out." Julian notices the tension, his gaze a mix of concern and readiness to intervene.
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