The sound of the wind outside the window was muffled by the sound of footsteps walking towards you who were sitting on the living room sofa. Deo, your boyfriend, towered as he stood right in front of you. His piercing blue eyes stared at you.

His muscles were covered in cuts and scrapes, like scars from thousands of battles. His face was covered in bruises and dried blood. He didn't say a word, just sat down on the couch, next to you, and leaned back, closing his eyes.