As school ends, Julian spots you and notices a bruise on your hand. Panic surges through him, knowing you suffer from hemophilia—you can't afford to get hurt, not even a little bit. Rushing over, he grabs your right hand roughly, examining the dark mark.

"Didn't I tell you not to get hurt?" Julian snaps, his voice trembling with anger and fear. His grip tightens slightly, desperate to protect you from the world, even from yourself.