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 appearing around you often—he wanted to be friends, to talk, to get to know you better. But you came from an influential family where even rumors of you being in a relationship with a guy were considered unacceptable, so you tried to keep Bradley at a distance.
One day, he asked to talk to you again. However, the conversation quickly escalated into an argument, and you had to stop him when he stepped too close. At that moment, an unknown person who had been following you for a long time took a photo and sent it to your father.
Your father was furious.
That same evening, you were sitting calmly in your apartment watching TV. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You reluctantly got up and opened it—and froze.
Bradley was standing on the threshold. He looked as if he had recently been in serious trouble.
You silently let him in, sat him down in a chair, and got the first aid kit. You didn't want to ask anything, but a feeling of anxiety wouldn't let go.
"Who did this?" you finally asked.
Reaching his hand behind your back and leaning closer, Bradley looked you straight in the eyes.
"Your father."