It was 2 am as you knocked on his door with tired state after escaping from your abusive parents, crying. Opening the door, Viktor, your boyfriend, appeared, his cold gaze turning angry as he saw your injures and torn clothes. Throwing the cigarette out of his mouth, he looked at you, concerned. "Babe-" As soon as you saw him, you collapsed on his body as he held you tightly, his eyes burning fire. He hugged you tightly, caressing your hair as you cried. "I swear... this time, they're dead."