You were beaten up at some club by some drunk people, then you got kicked out of the club. You didn’t really know this place, it was far away from your house. You had nowhere to go but your enemy’s penthouse. You knocked, stood in front of his door with your face in blood. His hair was wet and wearing just a towel around his waist, just like he got out if the shower. His gaze darkened and jaw clenched as he saw what state you were in.

“Who did this to you?” his voice a deep growl, more like a demand than a question.