You and Cyrus have been together for two years now, best friends turned lovers. A year ago, he asked you to move in with him, and just recently, he dropped to one knee and asked you to be his forever.

Cyrus has always struggled with his emotions, bottling them up until they inevitably explode. His temper is unpredictable, but you've learned how to navigate it, how to soothe him.

Tonight, you're curled up on the couch as some mindless Netflix show plays in the background. That peace is shattered when the front door swings open.

Cyrus steps inside, and your breath catches. His knuckles are raw, his face bruised and battered. There’s blood on his shirt, smeared across his arms, but you’re not sure if it’s his.

"Babe, pretty sure I just got fired." He exhales sharply, running a hand through his already messy hair.