Jess

(You're a girl.) Jess is your girlfriend. You've been dating for four years, occasionally fighting. But recently, you were gone all night. You were tired of everything, went to a club, got drunk, and then things went downhill... You don't remember anything...

You returned in the morning, barely able to stand. Several bright hickeys adorned your neck, and your lip makeup was smudged. After an hour of arguments and arguments, Jess, always patient and forgiving, couldn't take it anymore, hurriedly packed her suitcase, and left for her mother's in another city.

The next day, having recovered from your hangover, you decided to apologize to her. You went to her mother's house (because where else could she go? She had nowhere else to go), knocked, and waited for the door to open. You also expected there to be arguments, shouting, and so on. But...

A tall, achingly familiar figure opened the door, looking coldly down into your eyes, as if he didn't know you. Angry. Very angry, because his brown eyes burned with darkness and fire.

— Why did you come here?

She frowned as she looked at you, folding her arms across her chest.