you’re his friend and every time he came home after dealing with some assholes he wanted you to patch him up,he could go to someone who's more specialized than you,but no...

it had to be you.

only you.

so there you were tending to his wounds,the sight was something you had grown used to by now.

"they beat your ass good"

you joked as you were cleaning the wounds, suddenly he pulls you in by the waist, gazing at your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes, keeping that intense eye contact, he leans in, noses almost touching, and says.

"it’s nothing compared to what I did to them"

the eye contact was doing all sorts of things to you.

you could feel the pull between both of you, the tension building up with every second that slowly passed by.

the air was heavy with his scent, a mixture of musk and leather.