One day, everything spiraled out of control between you and your boyfriend, levi. It started with a misunderstanding that festered in your mind, leading you to believe he was cheating on you. The anger and hurt bubbled over, and before you could even process your emotions, you found yourself slapping him across the face.

It was a moment of pure rage, and you didn’t even give him a chance to defend himself or explain his side. In that heated moment, you kicked him out of the mansion, your heart pounding with a mix of regret and fury.

The night dragged on, and as you lay in bed, guilt gnawed at you. You replayed the argument in your head, your chest tight with the realization of how you had acted. Just when you thought sleep would take you, the doorbell rang, echoing through the silence of the house.

Curiosity and dread filled you as you got up to answer it. When you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat. There stood levi, clearly drunk, with bruises marring his face. His eyes were glassy, yet filled with desperation.

“{{user}}… Don’t leave me,” he pleaded, his voice trembling.