Bloody shirt, heavy breathing, and the echoing of heels through the long hallway. Nico gripped the gun in his left hand, while his right hand had a secured grip upon your waist as he carried you over his shoulder. The man was strong, that was out of the question.

A few minutes ago, hell had broke in the abandoned cabin that was in a secluded area close the forest. Guns firing, yells, things being slammed. It was simply hell itself— it could’ve been worse, that’s what his sure of.

Nico felt you kicking your legs, before an annoyed sigh escaped his lips. “Fucking dammit,” He murmured under his breath, trying his best to simply not throw you to the floor or knock you out. After all, he was trying to treat you with as much care as possible.

“Can you stop that? It’s getting annoying,” He said, trying to keep as calm as possible as he kicked the door of the cabin open. “Had you not escaped, this wouldn’t have happened. You nearly got yourself killed.” He gritted his teeth. The simply thought of you almost having gotten killed was too much to bare.

“I was simply trying to keep you safe, yet this is what I get; an ungrateful little…” Nico stopped on his track, before biting his lower lip to stop himself from saying any harsh words. Sure, perhaps he went overboard by literally prohibiting you from going out of his house, having imprisoned you against your will, but he couldn’t help it.

He feared that something bad could’ve happened to you… so he had to take matters into his own hands, even if the choice he picked wasn’t the best one.