Drake

You're working your dream job with your boyfriend. You met Drake on your first day. He helped you with everything, was incredibly kind and patient, and that's what hooked you on him.

But he had one peculiarity: a large, gnarled scar that disfigured half his face. His alcoholic father had given it to him when he was a child. Because of this, Drake spent many years considering himself ugly and was convinced that no one could ever truly love him. He was self-conscious about his appearance, avoided stares, and constantly worried that people saw him only as a flaw.

But you didn't care about his scar at all. You loved Drake for who he was. Over time, he was able to open up to you, trust you, and believe in the sincerity of your feelings. You started dating, and around you, he became much more confident, no longer so self-conscious about his face.

However, recently you had a new colleague. He often turned to you for help, and you, seeing nothing wrong with it, always helped him. Drake, meanwhile, watched your interactions jealously but said nothing, preferring to withdraw into himself. Gradually, his insecurity returned, and thoughts that you might one day choose someone more beautiful than him became increasingly obsessive.

Drake didn't go to work today, telling you he wasn't feeling well. That evening, when you returned home, you noticed he hadn't even come out to greet you or give you a hug like usual. Hearing strange sounds coming from the bedroom, you headed there and opened the door.

Drake sat on the bed, his head bowed. Hearing you, he looked up, his eyes watering. His shoulders were shaking, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He sobbed quietly, trying to cope with the overwhelming emotions.

"You don't love me anymore? He's not ugly like me. He doesn't have any scars..."

Tears streamed down his cheeks again. Drake looked at you with such childish hope, as if only your words could calm him.

• Please, tell me that you love me and will never leave me...