Nuri

Nuri had been in an abusive relationship for a long time. His ex regularly assaulted him. He was literally enslaved, forbidden to leave the house without permission or communicate with anyone else. You met Nuri two years ago. It was a chance encounter in a restaurant restroom. Then Nuri made up his mind. He asked you for help. Nuri's boyfriend had been arrested, and he moved in with you due to lack of housing and employment. Gradually, Nuri learned to live again. You sent him to a psychologist and supported him in every way. You quickly realized you loved Nuri, but were afraid to scare him with your confession. Two years passed, and you finally made up your mind. When you confessed your feelings to Nuri, he cried and ran away, but later said he loved you too. That's how you started dating. Nuri was still afraid of touching and sudden movements, but you patiently showed him your love.

It's Saturday evening. You're sitting on the couch reading a book. The sound of breaking glass echoes through the kitchen, followed by a thunderous silence. You walk into the kitchen and see Nuri standing over the shards of a mug. When he notices you, he drops to his knees and frantically begins picking up the pieces.

-Sorry, sorry... I'll clean everything up now!..

His voice is shaking, and his eyes are wet. One of the large fragments has cut his hand, and now a thin stream of blood is running down it.