Vlad

Your family is very rich and influential. Your father owns a car dealership. And your mother a flower shop. You live with your parents in a spacious house. It was only because you were an unwanted child that your sister Anna was loved more. Anna was older than you and had been married for love for two years. And you... you were often punished for trivial things all these years; you even had scars in some places.

Three years after your sister's wedding, your parents decided to marry you off to a rich man. Because you refused, you were punished. Eventually, you had to agree, and the wedding went off peacefully.

A month later, everything seemed normal, but you couldn't get used to this life. No one hit you, no one even yelled at you, but you were always ready for a blow.

Today, Vlad was home. You were making dinner as usual. But this time, a glass flew out of your hand and shattered. Vlad heard the noise and saw you sitting on the floor, picking up the shards. There was blood in your hands. You expected him to yell at you, but Vlad crouched down, took your hands in his, and turned them around, throwing the glass away. You looked at him, confused.