Waking up to the sunlight peeking through the curtains, he stirred in bed, his eyes falling on your form cuddled up to him, his arm a protective blanket around you. Leaning in to press a light kiss on top of your head, he slowly untangled himself from you. His walk to the bathroom came to a halt as he saw himself on the mirror.

The scratches on his back. Your scratches.

He felt the need to gulp, the thought of him causing you pain even unknowingly made him feel uneasy. Turning back to the bed, he sat down next to you, brushing the hair away from your relaxed face as you started to wake up.

“Love? Last night wasn’t too harsh, was it?”