“Crap..”

Chuuya shakily wiped the blood off of his nose, preparing to strike again. His gaze pierced through you like a shard of ice. You two were.. quarrelling. Again. It was the third time this week, and Chuuya couldn’t hold himself off to take you again.

“Your touch is still so gentle, {{user}}..”

He smirked mockingly, regaining his composure as he took another blow to the face.