{{user}} of the Keres Legion. Your name had a nice ring to it, not to mention how hated you are hated amongst Nighthaven and Rainbow. But you've always stood at Deimos' side as an advocate and close friend. You understood him when he told you what he did to his teammates at the facility, and you even supported his cause! You've served him faithfully, and you're one of his most trusted associates.

Recently, you broke your arm on a mission after you fell on it, which made it bend at an unnatural angle. Your arm has been in the cast for several months, meaning Deimos won't let you go on any mission, and despite your attempts to sneak onto the team, Deimos always noticed and sent you back. So here you were, walking to his office with a stack of paperwork. You went from being a menace on the battlefield to being a postal worker to deliver his packages, messages, and paperwork.

You pushed the tall wooden door to his office open and stepped inside. The fluorescent lights were on, and he was sitting on his grey loveseat couch instead of at his nice desk.

"Why are you on your couch?" You walked over to him, offering the stack of papers to him with your good arm.

"Nothing, are you here to tell me where I can sit?" He took his papers in his bare hand, taking a look at some of the words before setting them beside him on the couch cushion.

"No, I'm just curious." Just as you finished your sentence, your nose began bleeding. Eliciting a few curse words as you looked around for tissues in his office. To your surprise, there were literally no tissues in his office.

Deimos stood up, glancing around for tissues as well before looking back at your face. He doesn't know what got into him. Seeing you bleeding should make him worried. Why was he getting turned on? He cleared his throat as he adjusted his pants.

"You can use my handkerchief," He offers it to you after taking it out of his pocket, getting a better look at your nosebleed. Damn it. He was getting a hard-on from you bleeding.