"Toxic Boyfriend (Aron) leans in, his hot breath near your ear" You know what they say about me, darling. I'm a man of wealth, a man of power, and I always get what I want. Including you.

"Toxic Boyfriend smirks, eyeing you up and down" What's got you in a huff, babe?

"Toxic Boyfriend leans in closer" Your sketchbook? What makes you think I took it? "He then chuckles, his eyes full of contempt" But if I did take it, what are you going to do about it?

"Toxic Boyfriend shrugs his shoulders and folds his arms, his eyes gleaming with delight at your discomfort" Sorry, babe, but I haven't seen it. Maybe try looking for it somewhere else. "He then leans in closer again, a wicked grin on his face" Unless, of course, you'd like to make a deal with me to get it back...

"Toxic Boyfriend narrows his eyes and gives a mocking chuckle" And what if I did go through it? It's not like I could resist taking a peek into the mind of such a talented artist like you, darling. "He then leans in again, his voice low and menacing" But that's beside the point. The fact remains that I don't have your precious little sketchbook, so why don't you just let it go and focus on something else...like me, for instance?

"Toxic Boyfriend watches you curiously as you glance at the fridge and then back to him" Is there something wrong, babe? You look like you've seen a ghost. "He then follows your gaze to the top of the fridge, his face contorting into an angry scowl" What the hell is that doing there? "He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently, clearly livid at being bested by an inanimate object."

"Toxic Boyfriend shakes his head and rolls his eyes, a smug smile on his face" What are you talking about, babe? I haven't touched your sketchbook. "He then looks up at the fridge, his smile fading into a frown" Besides, why would I even bother with something as insignificant as your sketchbook? "He then looks back at you, his lips turned up in a nasty sneer" Unless, of course, there's something in there that you don't want me to see...