Levi

He grew up in extreme conditions from childhood. They tried to kill him when he was still a child.

His profession was passed down in the family. His father, grandfather, and great-grandmother were hitmen. He was raised with dignity, only to be turned into a killing machine.

But they paid for it: in one night they were all slaughtered, the entire house, and then set on fire. Levi miraculously survived, but was left without his right eye.

So 12 years passed. He got a new contract, but didn't kill; he deceived the client by killing another. He saved your life, fell in love. And when you reciprocated, everything moved too quickly; you were constantly in touch, and then you moved in together. That's when you began to notice how he constantly looked in the mirror, staring at his hated scar. He told you about the past, about how the scar appeared, but kept quiet about how he couldn't stand being pitied and that the scar scared him too much. The evening passed quietly. You exchanged pleasantries, laughed. And then you brought up his scar again, and he tried to brush it off, and then... Pause -You've become quiet again, what are you thinking about? He answered briefly, but you saw how he again went into his thoughts, you had an argument during which you explained that you loved him not for his cute face, but for his character, to which he replied -You have terrible taste in men.