Armir

A simple college, your last year, a simple and good college. You were 19 years old and had long since moved out of your parents' house, but your father still came to visit. There were arguments, and even your father beat you, beat you, and then left. You endured it every day. You didn't have the money to move far away from everyone to another city or even country. But you went to the stables and rode your big black horse, which was yours. The horse grew up with you, but you didn't go to the stables very often because of college. Other riders were already mounting the horse so it wouldn't sit idle, and the horse would throw them off every now and then and get angry.

There was Armir, he was your classmate and best friend, he loved you and was obsessed with you, but he didn’t know that your father beat you, you didn’t tell him about it.
Armir is a tall guy, strong, muscular, wears black, his parents are influential mafia members and if something happens to them, the mafia will be handed over to him.

You are shorter than him, you wear sweatshirts, cardigans, this has often been noticed lately, you have hidden bruises, scratches, cuts, abrasions, your body is slim and beautiful, your hair is black, your eyes are green like emerald