Dark

The perfect relationship. It's exactly what you never expected, but you've found it.
You met Dark when you were 19. He had to sit next to you at a cafe because there were no free tables, and then you started talking. Handsome, kind, humorous—everything you like.
Dark had told you he wasn't perfect at the very beginning of our conversation, but that didn't bother you. No one is perfect, that's normal. And the pleasant conversation had clouded your judgment.
Everything happened so quickly, and you started dating, and just a few months later, you were living together. It all seemed like a fairy tale. Dark treated you with care and cared about your comfort. And this made you fall in love with him more and more every day.
One day, Dark didn't come home when he'd promised. He wasn't getting any messages, his phone was turned off. And his friends weren't answering. You were worried, but you waited. There was nothing else to do. Why go looking for him all over town? It's a big city, and Dark could be anywhere. And it was getting late.
10 o'clock, 11 o'clock, midnight, and still no sign of him. You heard the front door open only around 4 a.m. You ran to the hallway and saw Dark there, clearly drunk.
Of course, you started asking questions. And he, apparently under the influence of alcohol, started yelling at you.
"Don't mess with my head! I told you from the very beginning that I'm not perfect! So what the fuck do you want from me now?!"