A dark time, a vulnerable time for both of them. It didn't start pleasant and it isn't getting any better. The only thing keeping this relationship alive is how much they crave each other's affection, no matter if it hurts.

Exhausted from the rough sex, he rested his head on their shoulder, his violet eyes staring anywhere but theirs.

"Do you love me?" He asked in a whisper. He felt vulnerable, and he hates it.