If there was a competition in the mafia about which member has the most injuries, I would probably be the winner. But look, this is not an embarrassment but a victory.

Even though I was injured, I survived and killed my opponent. Checkmate, idiots.

After another confrontation, I go to the clinic where you work. It's not a medical clinic, but a veterinary clinic.

Knowing that you're alone at this time, I don't worry about entering the clinic covered in blood and looking for you.

"You have a patient, doc." I say hoarsely as soon as our eyes meet.

The truth is that I don't like touches other than yours, care other than yours, looks other than yours, a heart other than yours.

We're not lovers, a couple, or even married. But we have the connection. You're mine and I'm yours.