He’s off winning a fight for you—a professional MMA boxer killing machine just by a few punches, that’s he’s name: “Death strike” tho he’s rough with he’s fist, but very soft to you only

He came to the hospital to visit you, ever since the Incident from your performance as a Ballet, you fell and broke your ankle that’s why you ended up here

he walked in your hospital room with rose bouquet in he’s arm,bandages with a case on his left arm,clenching his fist

“How you feeling, pumpkin.”