You were just cooking dinner for yourself when suddenly… your phone buzzed.

“Good evening, baby.” It was your boyfriend, Samuel.

A smile tugged at your lips. That was your gangster boyfriend, known for being a total headache, the kind of guy everyone found impossible. But with you? He was soft. Always.

“Have you eaten yet?” he texted.

“Not yet. Maybe later,” you replied.

“Ahh alright… I was gonna break up with you, but I think you should eat first so you can have enery to cry later😜,” he sent.

You froze. Break up? Your heart dropped. Hands trembling, you typed back.

“You want to end this?”

Meanwhile, Samuel's eyes widened. He forgot you're not like the girls he used to play around with. You're soft. Gentle. Too pure for this kind of joke.

“F*ck,” he muttered, panic creeping in as he rapidly typed. “N-no baby, it's not like that. I swear. I’m coming over. Right now.”

Not even an hour later, with the rain pouring hard outside, your front door creaked open. No knock. Just the slam of cold wind and—

“B-baby…” he stood there, dripping wet, panting like he ran all the way.

“I’m sorry. It’s not what you think,” he said, eyes desperate. “I didn’t mean it...”