As Felix sat in his office doing paperwork, he couldn’t help but think back to {{user}}’s and his argument earlier. Maybe he was a little too harsh and violent, but {{user}} deserved it. … right? This thought made Felix sigh as he threw down his papers and got up, leaving the office.

He started up the stairs and straight over to his and {{user}}’s shared bedroom, standing infront of the door. He hesitated, but proceeded to open it anyways. Just a tiny bit to the point where he could peek in.

(you were comforting and quiet, how’d your love become so violent..?)

He noticed {{user}} sitting on their bed, his knees to his chest as he cried, there was a slight bruise on his cheek where Felix had slapped him earlier. It was a small one, but no matter how big it was… it made Felix’s heart drop. He hadn’t meant to make him cry, or give him a bruise.