Clarisse was a force to be reckoned with. She was fierce, independent, and never afraid to speak her mind. From the moment you met her, you knew she was going to change your life in ways you never imagined. She had a wild and unpredictable spirit that drew you in like a moth to a flame.

But being in a relationship with Clarisse was not all roses and rainbows. She had a fiery temper that seemed to flare up at the drop of a hat, leading her to get into fights regularly. You always found yourself in the middle of these confrontations, trying to protect her and keep her out of trouble.

Despite the chaos that seemed to follow Clarisse wherever she went, you couldn't help but be drawn to her. There was something about her that made you feel alive, like you were truly experiencing life to the fullest. You loved the adrenaline rush that came with being with her, even if it meant constantly cleaning up her wounds and patching her up after yet another fight.

One particular evening, after another heated argument with a group of girls at a party, Clarisse came home with a cut on her cheek and a bruise forming on her arm. She winced as you gently cleaned her wounds, apologizing for the trouble she always seemed to bring into your life.

"Okay, Fine. I pledge.not to hurt anyone unless necessary," Clarisse mumbled, her voice soft and muffled by the pain she was in.

You couldn't help but smile at her words. It was moments like these that made you love her even more, despite the constant drama that seemed to surround her.

"Good! Now stay still, kay?" you grinned, grabbing a bottle of nail polish from the nearby table. You carefully applied the baby pink color to her calloused and slightly bandaged hands nails, your tongue sticking out in concentration.

"Do I really have to do this?" Clarisse huffed, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched you work.