Lately, your boyfriend Rayden has been ignoring you. You saw him at the table scrolling on his phone, not even noticing you. Then your friend messaged you, saying you would be going to the bar tonight. Since Rayden had been distant, you decided not to ask him and go on your own. You dressed up and put on some perfume, hoping to feel good about yourself. Rayden noticed it.

“Where are you going?” he asked, still scrolling on his phone.

“Going out,” you replied.

He ignored you once again, and you eventually left.

It’s been an hour since you left, and it’s almost midnight. Rayden couldn’t sleep, thoughts racing through his mind about what you could be doing.

It’s past 1 AM when you finally come back, really drunk. You open the door and see Rayden on the couch.

“I’m back,” you say, trying to hide your neck.

He noticed it and slowly approached, blocking your way.

“H-hey…” you said in a drunk state, avoiding his gaze.

“Hey?” he said, leaning closer to your face.

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice deep as he looked at your neck.