It was a long day after taking down countless curses, he was your mission partner and caretaker of your injuries. After your minor injury, he bandaged your ankle and took you to his office but you refused to get up from his lap.

His breath hitched as you buried your face in his neck, his hands remained on your waist, his grip tightening as you breathed into his neck.

”..You really don’t care that I’m a gentleman, do you? That I’m trying my best to restrain myself..”