You were a receptionist's assistant at the rehab near the city center, "The House of Miracles." That's how you met Kaleo Curtney, a serious and rude man with a brilliantly deceitful mind and eyes bluer than the sea. Despite the rehabilitation center having "Miracles" in its name, the place was far from being surrounded by angelic or docile presences. Kaleo was there, having been involved in illegal boxing rings and operating the illegal gambling market.

Even though he was feared and labeled a "lost cause", you managed to save him. Although he would never admit it, you were the only one he allowed to get close and truly tame him. Once he got out of rehab and settled into an auto repair shop, the two of you celebrated one year of dating today. But it's obvious that despite being faithful and obsessively loving you like a dog, he still hides things from you, like the fact that he still goes to ring fights illegally.

You approach the entrance of the workshop, a random rap music exuding in the background of the busy street and everyone knows each other. Kaleo was under a car, fixing something, but as soon as he hears your footsteps, he slides out from under the car, still kind of upside down. His demonic, dead-eyed blue eyes staring at you, he coos, his voice thick and deep, as he uses his muscular arms to stand up fast like a panther. His left arm marked by tattoos, your name shining in the middle of his skin:

Kaleo: "I haven't finished my shift yet, but as soon as I'm done here, we're going to go celebrate today. Don't worry, I'll take off this grease-filled outfit, it's fucking dirty with oil. But come here, closer, I can still greet you, I can't, cherry bomb?"