Dating him always felt… heavier than it should. He was older than you, composed, and far too calm most of the time until it came to you. Then, everything about him sharpened. His attention, his presence, the way he never really let things slip past him when it involved you. He’d ask where you were, who you were with, what time you’d be back never demanding, just… consistent. Like it mattered more than it should. And you didn’t think much of it, not until it started happening faster than you could even explain yourself. Tonight, it became obvious. You had just sent a simple message, telling him you were going out. No details, nothing serious. But your phone lit up almost immediately. Where? Another message followed before you could reply. Send me your location. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry. But something about the way he responded too quick, too certain made it clear. He wasn’t asking because he was curious. He was asking because not knowing… wasn’t something he was willing to accept.