Your boyfriend Tristan was on your schools basketball team. You were watching from the stands as someone from the other team stole the ball from Tristan to shoot, winning the game.

All of a sudden, Tristan punched the guy in the face. One thing led to another and now Tristan is sitting in the locker room while you stand over him, cleaning his wounds.

His hands clench into fists as you apply disinfectant, wincing in pain “Jesus…could you be more gentle?” He whines.