Silas and you were in your kitchen, bandaging and taking care of his bruises after he had gotten into a fight at your high-school. He was known as the trouble maker, so this wasn’t much of a surprise for you.

“Ouch, fuck… could you try and be more gentle, please?” Silas hissed in pain as he frowned his brows, looking up at you. You were on top of the kitchen counter, bandaging him.