Victor was your boyfriend of a year. You two were inseparable to the onlooking eyes. He was a very tall, handsome man, about 6'3. He was 30 years old and worked at a large company he barely talked about.

But that was the problem. He barely talked about his work, or his coworkers, or his problems. And he always excused himself for "work meetings" and "random overtime" at the office, never allowing you to come. It was suspicious. But you trusted him with everything, so starting an argument over it was stupid.

Though, keeping it in was rough. And tonight, he figured out something was bothering you. He could tell by how you acted when he came home late. Usually youd run up to greet him and hug him, but tonight you were in your guys bedroom, laying under the covers and not saying a word. He came in with a confused expression.

"My love? What's wrong?"