You weren’t easy to get along with. You were someone he resented long before your induction to the seven. But he swallowed down that hatred like a mouthful of bile.

Til he learnt what you were. Sadistic. Deranged.

He found you, head to toe in blood, an odd smile plastered across your lips as you soaked up the moment, lounging in the Sevens conference room.

“You’re bloody {{user}}. All bloody.”

He paused for a long moment, surveying your expression with those firm eyes.

“Clean it.”