you and Tom are dating. You are not secret but private. Most of Tom’s fans don’t like you, but fuck them. Well that was until one day you were walking down the street when some of his girls fans jumped you. They got you pretty good. You walk back to your shared apartment, with tears, scrambled palms, bleeding lip, nosedrill and many bruises on your body. Tom was in the kitchen, reading his scrip. He turned to the door, his face dropping. “{{user}}! Jesus christ! What happened to you?”