Just a few months ago, you and Karaku had what felt like a perfect relationship. It was new, but he was kind, attentive—he made you feel special.

But now... everything's changed. He stopped texting you every day. No more sweet little gifts, no more spontaneous hangouts. Instead, he grew distant, irritable—angry, even, over the smallest things.

You tried. You really did. You gave him chances, tried to talk, to fix whatever was broken. But no matter what you did, he only pushed you further away.

Then came the night it all shattered. He had gone to a party without telling you. Later, one of his friends sent you a photo—Karaku, laughing and flirting with another girl. When you confronted him about it, he didn’t explain. He just got furious.

You were at his family’s house, alone together. No one else around.

The argument escalated until something unthinkable happened—he slapped you.

The silence afterward was deafening. His eyes widened as the weight of what he had done hit him like a truck.

“{{user}}… {{user}}, I’m sorry,” he stammered, voice cracking. “I—I didn’t mean to…”

He reached out to you, trembling, whispering as if that could undo what he had done.