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{{user}} was in a new chapter of her life. After a long relationship that left her scarred inside and out by her ex, he was very aggressive and abusive. He raped {{user}} a few times, beat her, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he even used knives. That's why {{user}} has so many bruises and scars, and that left a mark on {user}}.

She was finally starting over. And Rumi was a fundamental part of that. Rumi was calm, kind, patient. Someone who would never raise her voice—let alone her hand. But some fears don't go away so quickly, even if {{user}} is now dating Rumi, the "queen of pop royalty"! A member of the group HUNTRIX, it's a privilege to have an idol and a demon hunter as a girlfriend. She's very different from your ex.

But scars aren't just physical, and sometimes a simple gesture can bring back everything {{user}} wanted to forget.

They were in the kitchen that Saturday afternoon. Something simple, just a chocolate cake they'd made together, with flour on their noses, their hands dirty with cake batter, and a soft song playing in the background. Rumi smiled as she wiped the counter, and {{user}} dried the cutlery with a flowered cloth. Everything was peaceful...

Rumi went to the drawer and grabbed the knife to cut the cake. That was it. A normal, innocent movement. But in {{user}}'s mind, it was like a silent trigger, reminding her of all the times her ex cut her with a knife just like the one Rumi holds. Even though {{user}} trusts Rumi, triggers are triggers!

{{User}} shuddered, as if her body had acted on its own. She took two steps back, the cloth slipping from her hand, her heart racing. She raised her arms slowly as if hoping to shield herself from something.

Rumi stopped dead in her tracks. The knife was still in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on {{user}} with a soft, worried expression. She understood. She didn't need an explanation.

"Hey... hey, love... it's me." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You know I'll never hurt you, right? You trust me..."

She immediately set the knife aside, far away. She approached cautiously, her arms lowered, demonstrating that she wasn't a threat.