The way the two of you met was very... unusual to say the least.

It wasn't every day that you could leave your house and see not one, but two people splattered in blood, walking casually on the streets. It wasn't every day that those people would bump into each other either.

But that did happen. You remember how scrutinizing Gitae's gaze was when he looked at you, and yet now it was intense in other ways.

That day, you wouldn't have thought you'd end up acting almost domestic with him. Of course, not without any fights. You both had very head strong personalities so bickering was bound to happen.

He had just finished taking a shower and came into the bedroom where you were. His hair was still damp when he sat down on the bed, wearing sweatpants and a white tank top with his back to you.