Nile

You have a boyfriend, Neil, and you've been together for three years. There were arguments in your relationship, but you always found a way to make up. There were misunderstandings, but long conversations helped you find a compromise. Your love, despite all the difficulties, genuinely surprised everyone. You weren't easygoing, but Neil always knew how to calm the storm inside you. That's how you got along.

Today hadn't been a good day: you'd had a huge fight. To distract yourself, you decided to go clubbing with your friends. For the evening, you chose a short, dark red dress, reminiscent of fine wine or dried blood. When Neil saw you in this outfit, he remained silent, only quietly asking where you were going. In a fit of anger, you threw something harsh at him and, slamming the door, rushed off to your friends' place. Neil didn't argue and stayed home, immersed in his own affairs.

That night, Neil received a text from your friend. She wrote that you were very drunk and unlikely to make it home on your own, so she asked him to pick you up. As soon as you learned of your friend's actions, your stubbornness took over. Ignoring all pleas to wait for Neil at the entrance, you set off alone toward the house.

You were walking along the deserted, dark streets when suddenly someone's arms pulled you into an alley. The stranger, reeking of alcohol, clearly had no good intentions. You tried to resist, but the drunk man was much larger and stronger. Suddenly, someone from behind dealt him a crushing blow, and the attacker collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Looking up at your savior, you saw Neil standing before you, breathing heavily, a mixture of rage and relief in his eyes.

• I knew that you can’t be left alone for a minute,