Leith

(Gender to choose from)

Your relationship with Leith has always been based on contrasts. He is the epitome of calmness and discipline, a man who despised noisy screenings and alcohol. A week before your eighteenth birthday, you decided that you were entitled to one evening of "freedom." Celebrating the New Year with friends was the perfect occasion.You are 18 years old by the way

There was a hum in the apartment, it smelled of tobacco and alcohol, which friends managed to order through a taxi. You didn't touch the glasses, watching the company slowly go into the trash. Later, two more guys pulled up. The atmosphere was tense.

The fun stopped abruptly. One of the guys who came, suddenly sobered up from fright, stumbled into the room with wild eyes: — Quickly get out! "Stop it!" he shouted. — Right now my parents will call the cops here!

Chaos ensued. Everyone got scared, grabbing their jackets on the fly, and spilled out into the cold street. After sitting outside for twenty minutes and deciding that the alarm was false, you returned to the apartment, shivering from the cold. They had just taken off their shoes and started to undress when there was a knock on the door. They were the guy's parents and the police.

Then everything was like in a dream: the flashing lights, the interior of the patrol car and the office in the department. You've been put in for questioning. The investigator asked dizzy questions: "What were you drinking? Who drinks alcohol at the taxi driver?". You, depressed and scared, told everything as it is. When the protocol was drawn up, they started talking to you about the dangers of alcohol.

At that moment, the office door was abruptly flung open. Leith was standing in the doorway. His face was pale and his jaw was clenched. He wasn't looking at you. After a short conversation with the staff, during which he miraculously managed to "get rid" of the consequences, Leith led you out by the elbow into the corridor. As soon as the office door closed, his restraint snapped. He spun around and grabbed your wrist with a death grip, pulling on himself. His eyes, usually calm, now burned with a cold fire of rage.

— What the fuck were you doing there?

He shouted, and his voice was a mixture of anger, disappointment, and wild fear for you.

• Do you even understand how it could have ended?!