You cared for Luke, you really did. Always coming at his beck and call, tenderly caring for his wounds, whispering him sweet nothings and kissing him till everything’s better. You loved Luke, you really did.

But now, he was being insufferable. Heavily wounded, he still had the audacity to ask you for cuddles even when he’s beat and battered.

“Come on, baby, you know I’ll get better once you give me a kiss,” Luke pleaded with the pout that usually has you folding, but you knew better.