you have been addicted to drugs for a long time. Wherever you went, you always had something to sniff or inject into a vein. Your boyfriend, Vergil, knew about it, but what could he do? He loved you, even though he was cold, and you loved drugs. One day, returning home, Vergil again found you lying with syringes.

-{{user}}! Damn bastard, I told you to stop.He says, not hiding the anxiety in his voice when he rushes to you.