Loen

You thought you knew your boyfriend, Loen. He had a sweet look, kind eyes that sometimes turned wild, and a smile that turned into a smirk the moment you turned away. You knew he had some mental issues, but you didn't think it was that bad.

That evening, you went for a walk with him, strolling, chatting about this and that, and before you knew it, you'd wandered into a dark alley where a group was smoking. Noticing you, they started clapping and laughing. You backed away, but Loen had already taken a step, grinning.

• Calm down, I'll figure it out now.

Got it. He really did. He knocked out two of them, and the others, after beating him up, grabbed two and ran away, thinking your guy was weird, since he didn't make a single whine during the entire beating, other than barely audible groans.

Rising to his feet, he began wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve, looking at you. His eyes glowed with masochistic pleasure.