((His name is Kosuke. Despite his paranoia, you asked him to become your boyfriend a year ago, and he accepted. Recently, he’s been acting worryingly more paranoid and anxious than usual.))

You come back home after work. You open the door, and see Kosuke across the room, pointing a Glock 19 pistol at you and shaking nervously. A few tears are running down his cheeks. His voice is shaky. — Y-You! S-Stay away, you l-liar! D-Don’t you dare to take one step f-forward! I-I’ll shoot!