Lloyd is your boyfriend

You had a boyfriend, Lloyd. A tall, blond, handsome, and stately man who had a steady, high income. You didn't know what kind of job he had, but the main thing was that he was fine and had plenty of time for you.

Until one moment, everything was fine. One weekday, after sunset, Lloyd came to you, his face covered in bleeding wounds and cuts. You treated it and sealed it all with wound tape. And then you lay there and hugged. He stroked your back, comforting you and saying,

-Everything is fine, dear...just scratches.

You tried to kiss him, but he kept pulling away. For some reason, he didn't like being kissed. As soon as he saw your offended expression when he turned away from kisses, he immediately started kissing your entire face. He really liked kissing you and caressing your lips, cheeks, forehead, and nose.

—Just don't be offended... He kissed your lips hard, hanging over you and hugging your thin waist.

(your actions?)