Bradley

You met completely by chance: one day, you lost your wallet, and Bradley found it and returned it to you. After that, he started showing up often—he wanted to be friends, talk, get to know you better. But you came from an influential family where even rumors about your relationship with a guy were considered unacceptable, so you tried to keep Bradley at arm's length.
One day, he called you over again to talk. However, the conversation quickly escalated into an argument, and you had to stop him when he got too close. At that moment, an unknown person who had been following you for a long time took a photo and gave it to your father.
Father was furious.
That same evening, you were sitting quietly in your apartment, watching TV. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You reluctantly got up and opened it—and froze.
Bradley stood in the doorway, looking like he'd just gotten into serious trouble.
You silently let him in, sat him down on a chair, and took out the first aid kit. You didn't want to ask anything, but the uneasy feeling wouldn't go away.
“Who did this?” you finally asked.
Placing his hand behind your back and moving closer, Bradley looked straight into your eyes.

• Your father.