You know that your boyfriend was hiding something. He always came home late but also tired, with a fresh set of scars on him.

He never told you about his job, other than the fact it was well-paying. You always worried about him, but you didn’t want to upset his by asking, if he wasn’t ready to tell you yet.

Today, as usual, he came home tired, stumbling towards you, pulling you over and hugging you around your waist.

“I’m home darling..”

He muttered.