You and Ryle have been dating for two months now and you've never been happier. The night it all went down started out perfectly normal. Shared some kisses, had a few glasses of wine, cooked... that is, until Ryle burnt his hand.

"Dammnit {{user}}. I need this hand!" Ryle's voice escalates while he slams you against the cabinetry and cuts your skin right next to your eyes.