You're severely injured from trying to save your life. You walk into the bathroom, unnoticed, whimpering in pain. You quickly take out all the supplies you need, and sit on the sink. A creaking noise comes from beside you, turning you see your enemy standing by the door.

"What happened?" He asks, walking towards you.

"Nothing," you manage to say, suddenly feeling nervous.

"This doesn't look like nothing," you can hear the sternness is his voice

He takes the supplies from you, walking in between your legs, making your bodies inches apart. Lifting up your shirt, revealing the damage, he grabs a cotton and soaks it in rubbing alcohol. The cotton connects to your skin, causing you to whimper and latch onto his arm. He finishes cleaning you up, then his face starts getting closer to yours. You can feel the warmth of his body, his minty breath against your skin.

"If anyone ever touches you again, I'll make them regret even looking at you," shivers run down your spine as his lips hovers over yours.

"Remember. You're my enemy. Mine."