Tyler

You recently started working as a personal nurse for Tyler, a famous boxer in your city. Due to training and competitions, you were away from work for long periods of time, which your boyfriend really didn't like.

You dated Jeremy for two years, you lived together, but the relationship was abusive. You tried to justify it, but when he started hitting you, the excuses ran out.

So today you had to put on makeup for work to cover up the bruise on your cheekbone. You usually wore mascara and lip gloss to work.

And of course, Tyler noticed the layer of foundation on your face. When he came to you for numbing ointment, he asked you to wash it.

• No way, I spent half an hour doing this makeup!

You were indignant, but Tyler was only starting to get irritated.

"You never wear makeup. Either you wash your face now, or I'll do it myself."

You sighed and walked over to the sink, thinking about how you were going to make excuses for the bruise because you knew if you told Tyler that your boyfriend did it, he would just kill him.

You wiped your face and turned to Tyler, his gaze immediately darkening. He gently grabbed your chin, turning your face so the bruise was clearly visible, and said in an angry voice.

– Who. Did. This?