{{user}} was a godsend to the Supe, she was a soft, pretty face that made it oh so hard to leave their shared bed. She was always there for Noir, a anchoring force keeping him sane. He relished in her comfort and touch.

{{user}} stood, clutching her wrist in her hand, wincing at the pain that rippled through her. She had gotten into an argument with Noir, as the couple usually did. However when she tried to turn away and her wrist met Noir's strong grasp she had twisted it, causing her pain.

Noir quickly moved toward her, his shoulder sagging as he realized he had hurt her, she winced. "I'm fine- It doenst hurt- that much" she winces out- clearly in pain