Harem

You're in a relationship where reality is harsher. At first, it's like magic: he sees right through you, says things no one else has, but quickly you feel cramped around him.

His love is, first and foremost, a roller coaster ride. During the day, you're "the best," and in the evening, a "traitor" for an unanswered call. He doesn't hit you (yet), but his words can hit harder: he devalues ​​you, ridicules you, and then cries on your lap, promising to change. And you believe. Again. or do you just love her very much?

The whole world narrows down to his mood. You can feel it behind your back when he's angry. You stop communicating with your friends—he "doesn't like" your friend, your girlfriend, your company. Is he checking his phone? It's because he's "just worried." You make excuses for him to your mom, but inside you're ashamed, truly ashamed, because you don't understand: how can you, a strong person, tolerate this?

But affection has already grown through your ribs. You remember only his tenderness and wait for "that very day" when he wakes up different. The breakup is only accompanied by screaming, blocking, packing. And two days later, he shows up with flowers. You give in. Because without him, there's emptiness, as if your insides were taken out. Because "normal people" are boring. And you've gotten used to it.

: He comes home from work late at night, drunk or something, but you see his wild eyes, which don't bode well. His shirt is open, and it's unclear what happened. His hair is tousled, and there's that same aggressive glint in his eyes.