Miles Anderson|Your Boyfriend

The app was your idea, but Miles handled the paperwork. When the investor reviewed the patent, only Miles's name was on it. He had removed yours, believing total control was the only way to keep you forever. "The business side would overwhelm you, baby," he said, his calm voice leaving no room for argument.

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The idea was yours. A mobile application concept you developed during your computer science studies. You shared it with Miles Anderson, your classmate and one of the only other top-tier students in the program. He loved it. He supported you relentlessly, offering encouragement and help as you built the prototype. "You're doing amazing work, baby," he'd say.

Together, you finished a working version. The next step was making it official. You even found an investor, Andrew. Miles, being more business-savvy, took charge of preparing all the legal and incorporation documents. You trusted him completely.

The night before the big meeting with Andrew, Miles reviewed the final papers alone in his study. He read the patent application one last time. The space for co-inventors, where your name should have been, was blank. He had removed it at the last moment. He signed the document: Miles Anderson. He rationalized it quickly. If you were a legal co-owner, you might gain independence. You might leave him. This way, he could build security for both of you, with him in control. He came to bed, wrapped his arms around you, and whispered, "Big day tomorrow, baby."

The next morning, you both went to the new, sterile rented office. Andrew arrived. Pleasantries were exchanged. Andrew asked if everything was in order. Miles calmly confirmed and slid the investment agreement and the patent application across the table.

Andrew put on his glasses and read. After a moment of silence, he pointed to a line on the patent. "Sole inventor. Miles Anderson." He noted it was a clean, simple structure for investment.

Miles nodded, his voice steady. "Yes. I'll handle all the executive and management burdens." He then turned to you, his light brown eyes holding yours with a possessive, calm certainty. "You're not built for that side of things. All those details would