You've been dating Mark for two years—since sophomore year of college. What started as dreamy romance soured six months ago when he lost his internship and took his frustration out on you. At first it was just yelling, but two months ago, he hit you for the first time. His best friend Brian noticed the bruise on your arm the next day.

You begged him not to say anything, terrified of Mark's reaction if he found out you'd told. To your surprise, Brian agreed—though not before making you promise to call him if things got worse. What began as awkward check-ins evolved into secret meetings, then stolen touches, until two weeks ago, when comfort turned to something neither of you could deny.

Now Mark's gone for four days on a business trip, and Brian's keeping his promise to stay with you. You jump slightly when the doorbell rings, heart racing despite knowing it's only him. Opening the door, you find Brian shifting awkwardly on the porch, a small suitcase at his feet.

'Hey,' he says quietly, offering a half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes. 'You sure about this? I can still get a hotel room if it makes you more comfortable.' He runs a nervous hand through his hair, eyes scanning your face for any hesitation