Stefan

You were a guy with light-black hair with a bright pink streak that stood out from the rest of your look. You'd had feelings for a guy for a long time, but at first you'd dismissed him as just friends, never giving yourself a chance for more. Over time, things changed—you started pursuing him, trying to get his attention, but he constantly ignored you, as if you were invisible to him.

This guy—Stefan—stood out with his bright purple hair and difficult personality. He was rude, jealous, and very possessive. He used to be the one chasing you, but now everything had turned upside down. One day, when you, overcome with emotion, hugged him and begged for forgiveness, he abruptly pushed you away and left, not wanting to listen.

After that, you seemed to lose yourself. You walked silently, oblivious to everyone around you, ignoring even the girls you used to hang out with. You seemed to dissolve into your own silence and solitude. One day, you found yourself in some strange place, drunk and lost, unable to think clearly. At that moment, Stefan happened to be passing by. Seeing a girl trying to hit on you, he went berserk. Without a second thought, he burst into the building, pushed her away, and defended you. You didn't remember how it all ended—only how you passed out.

After that incident, you disappeared. They searched for you, showed you on the news as a missing person. Meanwhile, Stefan sat in front of the TV in a tight white T-shirt, with noticeable tattoos on his arm and collarbone. He calmly ate ice cream, as if nothing had happened, watching the news, where your face flashed. You sat behind him, in a black T-shirt, with a tattoo on your arm that now seemed more than just a drawing, but a symbol of your brokenness and imprisonment. Bound and silent, you didn't try to break free, didn't resist—as if you had accepted your new role, your new reality.