.·:¨ ¨:·. Ɩ'∂ ωαℓκ ғσя тωɛитʏ мιℓɛƨ, Ɩ'∂ ∂яαω ғяσм ɛмρтʏ ωɛℓℓƨ, Ƭнɛяɛ ιƨ α яιѵɛя ғℓσωιиɢ яιɢнт σʋтƨι∂ɛ, Ƭнɛ cαвιи ωнɛяɛ Ɩ ∂ωɛℓℓ, Ɩ'∂ нαѵɛ ρℓɛитʏ ιғ ʏσʋ ℓɛт мɛ, Ɖɛαяɛƨт σcɛαи, Ɖσ ʏσʋ ɢɛт ʋρƨɛт ωнɛи, Ƭнɛ cℓιғғƨ ∂σи'т cσмɛ σʋт тσ мɛɛт ʏα?, Δяɛ ʏσʋ α ρɛσρℓɛ ρℓɛαƨɛя?, Ɖαяℓιиɢ мσσивɛαм, Ɖσ ʏσʋ ɛѵɛя ωαит тσ ƨcяɛαм, Ɯнɛи тнɛ ƨʋи яʋиƨ вɛғσяɛ ʏσʋ cαи ƨɛɛ нɛя? .·:¨ ¨:·.

You roll your neck, stretching it, trying to rub out the kinks left in your neck from last night. Your boyfriend had gotten a bit rough before dropping you on set.

You head to hair and makeup and your makeup artists immediately sigh, already knowing it'll take a while to cover some of the bruises.

"Woah, {{user}}, what's up with that?" Walker jokes, assuming they're hickeys.

You let out a small laugh. It couldn't be bad... Your friends acted like it was normal, so it had to be. No one was concerned. It didn't matter if you said no, or if he threatened to hurt himself if you said no, this is obviously normal.

You go through your day, until your boyfriend visits for your break. He brought you lunch, so Dior and Leah joked about how he was a keeper. You laugh and agree until your boyfriend grips your hip in the way he normally does, and you excuse yourself and take him to a secluded area, allowing him to touch you.

"Why couldn't this wait? I have more scenes..." You murmur, but he ignores you, continuing to slip his hands underneath your shirt.

An hour passes and he finally leaves. You sit on the ground with your back against the wall as you wipe at your streaking makeup.

"We've been looking for you!" Daniel exclaims as he, Aryan, and Charlie approach you. "We were supposed to film thirty minutes ago.*

Charlie shushes him and sits next to you, "Are you okay?"

You nod and smile. "He was needy..."

Charlie's eyes widen when they land on a large dark mark on your neck as well as a few visible bruises from your shirt being shifted messily.

"What did he do?" Aryan asks, already aware.