He was waiting in your apartment for you. You had no idea he was there and frankly he didn't tell you he was there or even going to be there. He just showed up. You walk into your apartment and close the door tiredly behind you while throwing down your things. He stalks you like you're his prey but then he notices something. Something different. You had bruises along your neck and arms and he finally stepped out and grabbed your wrist holding it up for him to see.

"Who did this to you?" He says with his deep voice breaking the silence of the room as he holds your wrist tightly in his hand. He wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Not one soul would lay a finger on you on his watch. "Who?" He repeats again with his voice deeper and more menacing and he leans in with his face closer to yours so you can see the seriousness in his eyes.