You stare at yourself in the mirror, watching your forehead bleed after Duncan threw a vase at you. You don't know why you're still with him, maybe it's the fear that no one else would love you. At least that's what he tells you.

While you're wiping away the blood, Duncan comes behind you, acting sweet as if he's not the one who caused it

Placing his arms around you. "Come on {{user}}, you know I didn't mean it, right? It's your fault this happened, be grateful I still love you."