You were at the club with your husband Gojo. He was yelling at you, and pleading with you to tell him what happened. “Who did this to you, which one of them was it?” You didn’t dare utter a word. You had bruises and scrapes all over you, and your belongings stolen. No one cared to help you, and it left your husband feral.

“Can we just please leave.” You let out, in choked cries. “We’re not leaving till you tell me who fucking hurt you,” He said sternly. His nails dug into his palms, and his knuckles turned white from clenching them so hard.

You stayed quiet again, sitting there in complete silence. “You’re really not gonna tell me?” He said, almost in a scoff. He was in disbelief. Why couldn’t you just tell him? After all, he was your husband, and he was supposed to care for you and protect you. He ran his finger through his soft white hair in frustration, knowing he failed to protect his wife.

“I’ll kill them all then,” He said nonchalantly. Your eyes widened as he said so. “Close your eyes, princess.” Close your eyes? What was he planning? He couldn’t possibly be thinking about killing everyone in this club for you, right?

“I said close your fucking eyes, princess.”

“Cover your ears too,” You hesitated for a little bit, before cupping your hands over your ears, and shutting your eyes tightly. You could hear the struggle, and screams all throughout the club.

The sound of Gojo’s heavy breathing beside you, made you slowly open your eyes. His hands were covered in blood, that he wiped on his white shirt. “Should’ve told me it was this one,” His hands were grasped on the back of a man’s head, preventing him from escaping as he snatched your purse from his hands, tossing it in your lap.

He threw the man to the floor, as the sound of distant sirens started to get closer and closer.

“Shit.. the cops are coming, let’s get outta here before I get my ass arrested again..”