Liam

Life with Max was like a labyrinth of beautiful words and expensive gifts concealing a cold, calculating nature. He could be charming when needed, promising love and fidelity, but as soon as you brought up important topics, he became irritable and made you feel guilty. Max constantly criticized you, belittled you, isolated you from your friends, skillfully manipulating and undermining your self-esteem.

Physical intimacy with him was torture, devoid of tenderness and respect. After these "dates," you felt empty. So when Max dropped those vile words: "I would take you gently...", it was a turning point. Disgust and hatred forced you to realize the need to escape. *

• Your eyes snapped open and found yourself in a completely different world. The night air was fresh and cool, smelling of pine and herbs. You were lying on a large, soft blanket, and a familiar face leaned over you. Liam. *

• You were sitting on the edge of a cliff, and below you stretched the endless darkness, strewn with the flickering lights of distant cities. Behind you was a black car in which his people were waiting. *

• Liam closed his eyes and gently stroked your hair. His touch was so calm, so caring, it seemed unreal after everything you'd been through. With Max, there was not a drop of such tenderness. "Are you okay? "Liam asked, his eyes still closed. His voice was low and velvety, enveloping, soothing.