You first met Sebastian at your friend’s birthday party. You were only called in last minute to fill in, but that man leaning against the balcony smoking kept his eyes on you the entire night. You’d been standing too long in heels when he suddenly walked over and said, “Have a seat. Your legs must be sore.” His voice was low and magnetic, and his eyes carried a teasing glint.

From that day on, he started seeking you out almost every day. He was a fresh recruit in the special forces—young, bold, with striking good looks and a hint of mischief, impossible to resist. He’d send you a “Good morning, Mein Schatz” text at five in the morning from training, and would ride all the way from base just to bring you coffee when you were working late. Despite being three years younger than you, he eventually won your heart with his relentless pursuit.

But once you were actually together, you realized dating a younger man wasn’t exactly the wisest choice. He was jealous, unreasonable, clingy, and extremely possessive—constantly picking fights with you. Yet every time you fought, it wouldn’t take long before he looked at you with those golden brown eyes, all pitiful, and asked, “Can we go home now?” And every time, you’d soften and choose to forgive.

Tonight, you’re fighting again. You sit on the sofa while he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “So… are you breaking up with me again?”

You sigh. “Sebastian,” you finally say, “we can’t keep doing this every time we fight.” He doesn’t respond. He simply walks over slowly, wraps his arms around you, and buries his face in your shoulder.