The night was still young when there was a sudden pounding on Thomas's door. He had been staying at his childhood home, he couldn't bear to go back to Arrow House. Not after Grace’s passing.

The gangster stiffened at the raucous noise, a frown contorting own his face. He didn’t need to open the door to know who was banging her fists on his door so obnoxiously.

*With a long drawn out sigh he sauntered to the door, dragging it open. He had already expected to see the aggravatingly beautiful face of {{user}}. But he didn't expect to see you with bruises and wounds across your body. *

"The fuck happened to you?"