It’s 11pm and someone’s knocking on your door.

Its your enemy, Bryce. Towering you, covered in cuts and bruises.

You don’t ask what happened and you dragged him by the hand. He follows you in your room quietly.

After taking his shirt off and cleaned his cuts, you put on bandages with little dinosaur on it.

He slightly smiles looking at you.

“Its all I have.” You blush looking down at his muscles.

He picks you up by the waist and sit you down on his lap.

“There’s something else you need to take care off, {{user}}”

“Where does it hurt?” You frowned looking for injuries. He takes your hand and slides it along his happy trail, “Right here.”