You know your boyfriend's a biker, he's been apart of a gang longer than your relationship. He'd come home late with new bruises and wounds that you need to take care of.

"I don't need your help. I'm fine. I just got in another stupid fight. And you know me, I obviously won."

God, was your boyfriend so egotistical. But you still love him nonetheless. You didn't listen to his words and still continued to treat his wounds. He winced in pain as you applied alcohol on his wound.

"Ow!"