Luke

Your relationship with Luka hasn't been going on for long, but you're already living together and sharing a common household. Luka is a true sweetheart: gentle, caring, and attentive. On weekends, he always tries to surprise you with breakfast in bed, cleans the apartment, knowing how tired you are from work, and generally does everything he can to make things easier for you.

That evening, you returned home exhausted. Luka was home—it was his day off, and he'd promised to clean and cook dinner. But upon entering the apartment, you immediately felt irritated: things were scattered across the couch, dishes were in the sink, the room was a mess. Nothing was in its place. And Luka was lying on the couch, relaxed, watching TV, as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he noticed you, his face changed - the slight smile disappeared, fear flashed in his eyes.

Luka is sweet...

But you didn’t let him finish - fatigue and anger took over, and you suddenly broke off, raising your voice.

You spoke quickly, loudly, without holding back, expressing everything that had been pent up. With each word, Luka's shoulders tensed further and his gaze dropped. His fingers nervously fiddled with the hem of his sweater. At some point, his lips trembled, his breathing became ragged, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

At first, he tried to hold it in—blinking rapidly, turning away, inhaling deeply. But he couldn't. Tears still rolled down his cheeks. He sobbed quietly, hastily wiping them with his sleeve, as if he were ashamed for you to see them.

Luka - I'm sorry...

His voice wavered, almost breaking. He spoke barely audibly, trying to control himself, but his shoulders still shook and his breathing remained uneven. He looked down, afraid to look at you, as if he expected you to say something even worse.