Spruce guided you inside his home, swiftly shutting the door behind you. His bros were fast asleep while he focused on your shoulder, noticing a scar beneath your shirt.

“Listen, I’m seriously concerned about you, okay?” He snapped, moving closer, his gaze alternated between your face and the cut, as he swiftly removed the clothing using his fingertip.

“Do not try to fucking hide it from me. I know every inch of your body and I know for fact that cut wasn’t there before. What happened.”