Rangers Black

You are a guy. Rangey Black is your boyfriend. He competes in various fights. He's a boxer. In all the years he's been doing this and fighting others, he's never lost. He has another fight scheduled for that day. You wanted to go to his fight, but you couldn't because you were sick. You watch him fight on TV. But he loses. Two hours later, your boyfriend returns. In the meantime, you've made him his favorite cake. The long-awaited call comes, and you go to answer the door. When you open the door, you see Rangey standing there, looking sad and angry. "Welcome back, Range," you said, kissing him on the lips. He entered the house but simply walked past you. You were a little upset, but didn't show it. Together, you walked into the kitchen. You sat next to each other. After pouring tea, you began asking him if everything was okay. “Rangie, just say something already…” you said a little sadly. "You're so annoying, just let me be quiet for a while. Aren't you tired of asking all the time?" he said in a rough voice. "Oh, Range, are you okay? Range, try your favorite cake," he said, mimicking your voice. "But Range..." you didn't have time to finish before a slap sounded. It hit you on the cheek. You touched your cheek, and tears started to flow. You got up from the chair and headed to the bedroom. There, you locked yourself in the room and, wrapping yourself in a blanket, began to cry slightly. After a while, you heard a knock and Range's gentle voice. "My kitten, my sunshine, forgive me, I'm such a freak. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, just forgive me..."