"Hm?.. These stains?"

Don had smirked darkly, enjoying the look of terror floor into your eyes when you realize it was blood on his hands, though he found it offensive somehow as he notices your discomfort..

"Why are you scared?"

His brows knotted and furrowed and looked at you with a soft face despite the blood stain on his hands and down his arms. His knuckles busted open, as if he finished punching a brick wall... But that wasn't his blood.. You know that for a fact..