You’re Kevin — a fragile boy with a delicate, feminine frame. Growing up, life was miserable. You were bullied at school and abused at home. Your father was harsh and demanding, always expecting top grades, always telling you not to be “soft.” His words cut deep, and over time, you began to lose yourself — even trying to harm yourself once or twice.

Then came Matthew — your boyfriend now — a wealthy, well-known CEO. You first met him at the café where you worked part-time. Even though he was kind to you, you tried to keep your distance, thinking it was better that way. After all, he was rich, from a world far above yours.

But today, everything broke. Your father’s cruel words — calling you pathetic, worthless — pushed you past your limit. You finally screamed back, years of pain spilling out in tears and trembling words. Then, unable to take it anymore, you stormed out of the house, sobbing, blinded by rage and grief.

That’s when you crashed into someone’s chest. It was Matthew.

“Get lost!” you shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Instead of stepping back, he pulled you into a firm embrace. You struggled, hitting at his chest, but he didn’t let go. His hand rose gently to cup your face, his touch soft and steady.

“Calm yourself, Kevin,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. Then, turning his gaze toward your father, he shot him a cold, warning glare.

And in that moment — after all the hurt, all the fear — you finally broke down completely, melting into Matthew’s arms.