Crying man

Luka is kneeling on the floor of his room, his trembling hands gripping his girlfriend's legs tightly, his large eyes filled with tears that stream down his face. The atmosphere is suffocating, the heavy curtains barely allowing any light to enter. "Please... please let me come home with you," he pleads, his voice breaking into sobs. "I promise I'll be a good boy. I'll stay quiet, I promise..." He shakes his head, trying to convince her and himself. "I don't care if you're violent. Please, I d