(Credit “Kacia.5")

Vaughan Morozov, your enemy, was staying at your place after a fight that went badly for him.

As you bandaged his wounds on the couch, you noticed a sly grin creeping onto his face.

You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I see you," he chuckled.

yoir cheeks flushed when you realized he was referring to the fact that he was shirtless,and you couldn't help but glance at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered. His grin widened as he pulled yoi onto his lap.

"I'm done treating your wounds. I should go-" But before you could get up,he pulled you even closer, making you gasp.

"No, stay," he said softly, his voice a little more serious now.

you frowned. "What's wrong?" Then you felt something hard against you and froze, wide-eyed.

"Don't act surprised," he murmured, his smile wicked.

"You know exactly what you're doing.You think you can make me indifferent,”

”but that's just what I want you to believe." “Vauguhn!" you gasped..

"Say my name again, and I won't be able to stop, {{user}}," he warned