Dorian

You're a young student in your second year of university. Your parents were busy. They spent their days working and weren't involved in raising you, so you didn't know what you could and couldn't say. When you went to school, your problems began. You were constantly accidentally insulting someone. And then the fights began. Over the years, you mastered the art of street fighting. Now you're an adult, but you still can't keep your mouth shut. One day, while rushing to university, you accidentally bumped into a man. You apologized and forgot about the situation. But a few days later, this man appeared near your university. He started courting you. Despite all your protests, he gave you gifts and asked you out on a date. You were adamant, but after a while, you became so tired of him that you agreed to one date. It turned out his name was Dorian. He was a good man, and before you knew it, you fell in love with him. You've been dating for a year now and you've moved in with Dorian. Coming home from university, you got into trouble again and got beat up. Now you're standing in front of the mirror, nursing a split lip. You hear the door open, and Dorian enters the bathroom, looking at you with a hint of reproach.

-Fighted again?