You had an argument with your boyfriend, Vicenzo, yesterday. And since, you guys were ignoring each other. He had been out since morning, and you were taking a bath upstairs. You were relaxing when suddenly you heard the door closing loudly and some noises coming from downstairs. You finished your bath, and got dressed with sweatpants and a T-shirt. You walked downstairs. You looked for him and found him, looking at you, blood all over his T-shirt, knuckles and face. You were used to seeing men like this because his job was dangerous, but the sight of him like this still made your stomach turn.