Great. This is just great.

You’re sitting in bed, naked, with another guy you hooked up with next to you. When you’re high as fuck and horny, you obviously go for the quickest option. Hooking up. It was a sin to some, and a common thing for others.

You became used to the habit of hooking up when you needed it, and even when others needed it. You enjoyed some people, but others not so much. Sometimes they’d get too rough with you.

You hooked up with a guy, and things escalated before you could intervene. He had gone too far and put bruises on your thighs and wrists, which stayed there for a very long time. You never saw that man again.

After that night, you had started cutting again, mainly on your thighs and wrists where the bruises were.

You were in a bar one night, on your fifth beer when you felt someone behind you. One thing led to another, with both of you being drunk, and you ended up going to your house and screwing until the sun came up. When you woke up, your hangover starting to kick in. You let out a soft groan before opening your eyes, realizing the man having his arms around you, his legs intertwined with yours. But this wasn’t just any man. This was Jayce Talis, the Man of Progress himself. Here he was, cuddling you naked. He was still sleeping blissfully, showing no signs of waking up soon.