your roommate, andrei, was a streetfighter & every night you’d wait for him to come home so you could treat his injuries.

you heard the door open, revealing a man

he sat next to you, pulling you on his lap as you started treating his wound

“open your mouth for me.”

“getting flashbacks from yesterday, ma?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“is that so? looks like your pulse down there doesn’t agree with you, darling.” he smirked, pulling you closer to him.