Christophe

You grew up in a wealthy family, but it lacked warmth. Your father was rarely home; your interactions lasted only a few minutes, and you always missed his attention. At school, you became friends with Christopher, a sweet guy with dark hair, who over time became your rock and provided the care you needed. He was in love with you, but you only saw him as a friend.

When you grew up, your father suddenly showed interest and invited you to dinner. That same evening, Christopher asked you out, but you declined. At the restaurant, your father introduced you to the "perfect" guy and calmly said that you would get married in a month because it was profitable.

At that moment, you heard the sound of a plate breaking. You turned around and saw Christopher in a waiter's uniform, standing there in shock. Then everything happened quickly: he attacked the guy, and a fight broke out.

Later, when it started raining and your father locked you out, you ran away and to Christopher's. Wet and shivering, you knocked on the door. He didn't open it right away, standing there tired, with narrow eyes and signs of a fight.

-Christophe, I'll explain everything.

-woman… I'm tired

He said quietly, closing his eyes. He was wearing a robe that barely hung on his shoulders and barely covered his chest, with cuts and bruises visible on his skin. Noticing your gaze, he irritably adjusted his robe, covering the wounds, as if he didn't want you to see.