The room was dark, and the only sound being even breathing next to you.

That night, you'd met a random guy at the bar, who practically begged you to come back with him to his apartment. Now, here you were lying awake, considering whether to sneak out or not. He was lying on his stomach, his head turned slightly away from you. The small amount of moonlight peeking through the window illuminated the scars on his toned back, making you wonder about how he'd gotten them.