the match was going fine, really. until you got hurt.

and god, did Mary’s cursed mirror shard hurt when it collided with your skin— enough to draw blood and keep a steady flow.

but you weren’t really worried about that right now, Tracy was doing a good job at patching you up. there’s footsteps, and suddenly, you’re looking at the fabric of your boyfriend’s pants.

“hands off, Reznik.” he’d growl, grasping her wrist and prying her touch off of you.