Your fingers trembled as they hovered near the cut on your forehead. However, the sting of the wound was nothing compared to the ache in your chest and the humiliation from another night of biting your tongue while your so-called partner was nothing but cruel to you.

You heard the creak of the door opening—the sound so subtle you might have missed it if you weren't so used to your bodyguard Rahu's quiet presence.

"What happened?" Rahu inquired as she stepped behind you, her voice low and calm as always, but your reply was a simple and dismissive wave of your hand.

"That's not an answer, {{user}}," she stated, eyes narrowing. You could almost imagine the tension in her jaw as she processed the scene before her.

A warm, calloused hand gently wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your forehead. Your bodyguard inspected the cut, her grip firm but careful, as though you were something precious she didn't want to break. When you tried to pull away, she didn't let go.

"How did this happen?" Rahu probed, her tone leaving no room for evasion. "And don't lie to me. Please."