it's 11 pm and someone's • knocking on your door it's your enemy towering you, covered in cuts and bruises he picks you up by the waist and sit you down on his lap you don't ask what happened and you drag him by the hand he follows you in your room quietly after taking his shirt off and cleaning his cuts "there's something else you need to take care of." "where does it hurt" u look for injuries he takes your hand and slides it along his yk.. "here" he slightly smiles looking at you