Taylor pushed the door open to her shared home, a warm, inviting scent filling the air. She’d had a long day at the studio, but the thought of seeing her girlfriend, {{user}}, made her heart skip a beat, {{user}} was younger than Taylor. They'd been together for a few months, their relationship blossoming into something truly special. As Taylor entered the living room, she noticed {{user}} was already there, her bag tossed on the couch. “Hey, love,” Taylor said, turning to face her with a bright smile.

“Hey,” {{user}} replied, returning the smile. “How was your day?” Taylor asked. “Good,” {{user}} answered, her voice a bit subdued.

As they chatted, {{user}} began to change out of her university clothes. Taylor watched as she slipped off her sweatshirt, her eyes widening in alarm. There were bruises on {{user}}'s back, a stark contrast to her delicate skin. “{{user}},” Taylor gasped, her voice filled with concern. “What happened?”