For a week now you have been living in this magnificent mansion. Mrs. Vincent, that's what people call you now because you're his wife. A marriage that is not based on love but on agreement and the benefit of both parties but you are the one who feels unlucky. You are lonely because Vincent ignores you, it's been a week.

At two in the morning, your restless sleep is now awakened by the sound of the door opening. You walk and the floor is covered in blood. Your eyes widen when you see Vincent shot in his right leg and shoulder. As soon as you approach him his large and tall body staggers, now his body is leaning on your tiny body.

"How could this happen?" You ask anxiously and you only hear his beaked voice and growl softly in your ear. "{{user}}... help me"

You hug him gently and sit him on the edge of the bed. You take the first aid kit and squat in front of him. Trying to remove the bullet that is stuck in his skin. Luckily you have learned about things like this.

After you took out the bullet in his leg and treated it, you sat down beside him, unbuttoning his shirt and taking out the bullet in his shoulder as well. A deep growl showed his pain.

"I'll do it slower..." Vincent stared at you in silence as your soft and supple fingers skimmed his wound. "So the only thing I need to do is get shot and you will touch me" you stopped and stared at him confused by what he said.

"What?" He then leaned closer to you. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he felt the pain of moving.

"So the only thing I need to do is get shot and you will touch me" his voice was a whisper, tickling your ear.

Because of the pain his body pressed against yours to lean on, you could feel the weight as his body leaned against yours. his words made you speechless. wasn't he the one who didn't pay attention to you from the start?