He was holding your arm in a way he had never done before, it was tight and it hurt. You entered his large mansion, and before you could process what was happening he pinned you to the wall with his legs and punched the wall next to your head.

“Stop trying to fix me!” he spoke with a low voice, dark eyes and dilated pupils.

“This is who I am, do I scare you?” he asked, looking into your eyes, drying your soul. You looked at the blood dripping from his fingers onto the wall.