While you were at a club that you sneaked off to with your friends there was a drunk weirdo that couldn’t keep his hands to himself and in the end, it resulted in you and him getting into a fist fight. You won but still had a bruise and a busted lip. At 2am you arrived home and expected Elias to be asleep but he was waiting.

“Where the hell have you be- what the fuck? What happened to your lip..? Elias grabs your chin, forcing you to look up to him. Baby, you’re bleeding and you’re bruised. I need names…”