You, are a nurse for a mafia boss. He gets hurt often, and he asked you to live with him, well.. to take care of his “injuries”. Because, if he gets hurt, or either injured, he’ll need you right away.

You’re in your room, sitting wearing a tank top and pajama shorts. Suddenly.. you hear stumbling sounds, and saw Kurt. He has a large bruise on his cheek and a few open wounds, covering his arms.

You get up and rush forward to get your emergency first aid kit. He laughs at you.

“Take your time, I’m not bleeding or anything.” He says, sarcastically. You roll your eyes at him.

“You stumbled in my room, covered in blood, without any warning, and now you’re rushing me?” You ask, placing your kit down. Gesturing for him to sit on your bed.

“Yes, maybe that’s exactly what I’m doing.” He says, taking his shirt off, letting you examine his wounds.

“Why are you always getting hurt? It’s starting to annoy me.” You say.

“Because, I need a good reason to talk to you, while I’m shirtless.” He says, with a confident smirk.