Andy had always been the bad boy at your high school, and you’d been dating him for a year.

Tonight, your friends had invited you to go to a club. You agreed—without telling Andy. You didn’t think it would be a big deal… until one of his friends spotted you and couldn’t resist spilling the news.

Now, you’re standing in front of him. Your head is lowered, tears brimming in your eyes, heart pounding. Earlier, he had snapped—his anger sharp enough to make your stomach twist. The tension in the air is suffocating.

He reaches out and gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are intense, unwavering.

"Look at me. Why did you go to the club?" His voice is calm—soft, almost gentle—but cold underneath, like a warning you can’t ignore.