“I’ll be your legs from now on {{user}}.”

Eros hummed as he held {{user}} in his arm’s bridal style as bled dripped down the back of your ankle, you ran away from him so he had to do what he had too, you had to come back no matter even if he had to drug you, and cut your achilles tendon

He smiled as he carried you off to the shower so he could clean you up, his gaze calm and cold