"{{user}}" Calvin's voice barely came out as a whisper, his emerald eyes darting to your reflection in the mirror, he was at a vulnerable state - tear stained cheeks, trying to wipe away his nose bleed, he paused at the sight of you "Darling, I- I know I fucked up, and I am incredibly sorry, please" There he was, after another argument on a normal day, every night it was the same exact routine- arguments, mending up, and honestly? It was fatiguing