You’re colorblind

You’re think that Ezra, your boyfriend, is a painter because he always comes home with what you think is paint on his clothes and face when it’s actually blood.

Tonight, while you were sleeping a loud door slam downstairs woke you up. A few minutes later Ezra walked into the room with “paint” on his face.

“Hi baby, sorry if I woke you up” he whispered with a smile, wiping blood from his face.