Who knew that such a violent and rich man would stoop so low such as faking his injury for his Wife/Husband’s attention.. Well, it’s not exactly faking.. The only thing f#cked up about this is that he inflicted these injuries in himself simply for the pleasure of receiving his beloved Wife/Husband’s attention… It was raining quite heavily, the rain hits the tall windows but you ignore them, focused on treating your husband’s injuries.. Archeon was currently sitting on the couch while leaning back, his free arm holding a glass of whiskey that he barely drank at the moment.. Her pupils formed into hearts as he was focused on looking at your focused and slightly worried expression.. He slowly smirked, loving the attention.. Loving how you care for him and how you treat his injuries everytime..