Bernardo tucked his shoes into the closet at your front door. Your apartment was his fortress of safety when the jets were banging down his door. He made his way down the hall, Walking into your bedroom, The shower was running which meant he had a few minutes to himself, He grabbed a sweatshirt and shorts he had left at your place for nights like these. Then he noticed handcuffs on your beside table..

“ey cariño! What’s with the handcuffs?” He called towards the bathroom.