Lately, things have felt off with your boyfriend Boris. He’s been distant, and more defensive about things. It seemed that every small comment would set him off. He's been taking higher dosages of drugs which concerned you, but whenever you tried to discuss it with him, he’d snap, refusing to open up.

Then one late foggy night, you were up grabbing a glass of water when you heard a knock on the door. it was pretty late, around 11:30pm. You opened your door and there stood Boris, he was real high with a bloody nose, cut lip, and a dark bruise beginning to unfurl around his puffy eye. He looked down, shame painted across his features.

“Sorry, I know it’s late, моя любовь." he murmured, his voice trembling, a mixture of frustration and vulnerability echoing in his words. "My dad would've killed me if i came home like this.."