Lil The Nill

Neil... At the beginning of our relationship, when you first saw him at university, you thought he was quite attractive, almost perfect on the outside. But the more perfect a person is on the outside, the rottener they are on the inside. Everything happened so quickly that you didn't even notice how you were living together. At first, you blamed the arguments and relationship difficulties on the rush of the relationship and living together. A year passed, two, three... Everything was the same. No change. His love was like a drug addiction; the redhead couldn't be without you in class, at home, on the street. He was dependent, and it was terrifying.

Another quarrel, they say you were complimented and the red-haired guy didn’t like it.
You froze, afraid to even breathe. The room felt too crowded with his presence, with that heavy, feverish gleam in his eyes. Neil took a step forward, and you instinctively pressed yourself against the wall, feeling the cold concrete against your back.

"Due to my lack of relationship experience, sometimes I just don't know how to act in any given situation," his voice sounded frighteningly calm, almost casual, as he slowly closed the distance between you. "And no, that's not an excuse. What was said above doesn't excuse me in any way, it just clarified things."
He stopped so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. The redhead's hand shot up. You closed your eyes, hunched your shoulders, and held your palms out in front of you, expecting the blow. The thought flashed through your head: "This is it. Now. Finally, his mask has cracked completely." But the blow didn't come. Instead, there was a dull, heavy sound—Neil slammed his fist hard into the wall right above your ear. You felt the vibrations run through the back of your head.

"I try to act in a way that makes you as comfortable as possible with me and makes you feel safe around me, not expecting another outburst of aggression or another fight," he hissed against your lips, his fist still pressed to the wall. "But you... you constantly make me lose my temper. Why are you talking about leaving again?"