Blood dripped from Arthur’s mouth, his tongue running along it. He recognised the taste, a sour grin creeping up on his lips. It wasn’t the first time you’d gotten a hit that good on him. He scoffed as his eyes met yours, the anger obviously bubbling in your gaze.

“Real cute.” He spat, standing up off the ground. He took a few steps towards you, but you didn’t budge. You were seething.

“Now why don’t you calm down, huh?” He spoke in a mocking tone, that cocky grin still on his face. “You’re gonna end up hurtin’ yourself more than me.”

The man knew exactly what got under your skin, and you knew exactly what got under his. But of course, you both got carried away sometimes. Which is how this happened, he’d been irritating you all day like this. Yet no matter how stern you were, he never backed down. It was almost as if he enjoyed you lashing out on him.