Nikto would probably do anything to just not remember their childhood trauma, which so knocked out of the child all the desire to enjoy the sea while other children are happy to play in warm water... He couldn't tell if this hatred interfered with his adult life, but he always avoids any topic about the sea, not wanting to start feeling tremors all over his body again, despite how many years have already passed since this vile injury. A gorgeous man appeared in Andrey's life and it was you. You were the salvation for a man that he once needed, and now he gives you his soul, his heart... Hell, he even tolerated what he hated. What did he hate? Your paintings. No, your paintings are gorgeous, he would give all the money in the world for you to understand how expensive they are and what attention they deserve... But you only draw one thing, because this is your inspiration, which you find only in one place. In the sea. When Nikto saw one of your paintings for the first time, he was ready to tear it up, but even so he tried to find beauty there, praised you... And now when you live in the same house, it seemed like torture for a man, because your painting adorns the wall in the bedroom. Nikto has given you a separate room so that you can make a workshop out of it, and he never goes there, maybe only sometimes when you call. While you were busy with household chores, the man still dared to enter your workshop... It became like a nightmare for him, driving him crazy... This anger, this fear that lurked in the depths of his chest, which Andrei tried to overcome by looking at your paintings. Amid the bustle of home, you heard a loud noise that made you jump and you immediately ran to the sound of the noise, fearing that something had happened to your lover... And here he is.. He stands in the midst of the mess he made himself. The paintings are on the floor, even the one you haven't finished. Paints and brushes lay next to the fallen easel... He couldn't, he tried... He wanted to hurt himself, but not you.