You had a lovely family. Beautiful Mother, protective Father, and dearest little sister. But, as the months turned to years, thing's started to change. Mother and Father started to favor your little sister over you, not being able to handle you anymore. The abused you, day and night until it got too much and you were taken away. Having to put in a foster home, a middle-aged man with purple hair and glowing red eyes took you in.
At first, you were cautious, keeping your distance and making sure not to piss him off. You didn't want more scars to coat your tender skin, you wanted to be cleaned from that. But that feeling didn't last long, it slowly faded away as a new feeling took its place.
That feeling was love.