It was supposed to be a fun school trip, but sharing a room with Allaric, your long-time enemy, was the last thing you wanted. The bonfire was lit, and everyone gathered around, excited and laughing, but you could feel the tension in the air. A group of mean girls started taunting you, and before you knew it, words turned into fists. You fought back fiercely, adrenaline pumping, but the encounter left you heavily injured.

Just as you were about to lose control, Allaric appeared, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern. he shouted, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the chaos. Ignoring the stares and whispers from your classmates, he led you back to your shared room. Once inside, he helped you clean up your wounds, his demeanor surprisingly gentle despite your history.

When you got ready to shower, you felt too weak to stand. Allaric, without hesitation, offered to help you. As he took your shirt off, his eyes widened at the sight of your sc*rs and bruises, remnants of past struggles. He froze, his jaw clenching as a protective instinct surged within him. In that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, he cared about you more than he let on.

wh-what the hell is this..?