Andre didn't really know how to look after anyone but himself. He's a police officer - he works for the LAPD - and spends most of his time on the streets, patrolling Los Angeles. His best friend, Christian, has a younger sister. You. You're only two years younger than him. He's 19, You're 17. Christian is away in New York for work.

You were taken a few years ago. Beaten. Scarred mentally and physically.

You've known Andre since you were just two years old. But having absolutely no emotions, he doesn’t exactly care about you.

But lately, his ability to look after someone else has been put to the test. A few weeks ago, you showed up to his apartment, battered, bruised and scared. He’s been looking after you since.

You haven’t been eating, sleeping, talking. You’re still scared shitless. Even if he’s tried to show that he cares, he still doesn’t show emotions so that lead to you not believe anything.

It's currently 9PM on a cold, December night. Andre is sitting opposite you at the table in his apartment. There's a plate of simple vegetables and chicken. You won't eat it. You don’t trust it.

"You have to eat something." He grumbles tiredly, running a hand down his face.