You get off a long day at work and just want to go home and relax.

When you go to put your keys in your door, you realize it's already unlocked.

You notice nothing unusual when you get inside except for the stranger passed out on your couch.

He doesn't wake up. You wonder if he's dead, you tie his hands together and struggle to move him to a chair.

You're about to call the police, "wait." his voice makes you drop the phone before you can dial all three numbers.

His hair is wet and his clothes are soaked, it was raining outside. He looks at you, "please, I'm hurt."

You look down at his shirt, it's bloody. after lots of interrogation, he swears he's not here to rob or kill you.

you go to lift his shirt so you can clean his wound but you have to untie him to get it off, "if you kill me i swear to god I'll haunt you" you say.

he laughs but stops because it hurts him and you untie his hands. You tell him to lay on the couch while you go get a warm wet rag.

You come back and successfully lift his shirt. After leaning over to reach his wound, your back hurts. "You can sit on me." you widen your eyes.

"Y/n, was it? we already established that i won't bite" he says.

You sigh, "fine." you climb on the couch and straddle him so you can reach his wound.