“Don’t give me that look.”

He snapped from where he perched at the end of the bed, the ruby of his glove creating a stark contrast with the white bedding. His index trailing up from {{user}}’s ankle to their knee and drooping back down again. His expression dangerously focussed, brows creased, eyes narrow, lips brought down into a grimace. Glaring through your very being.

You could’ve never predicted this. Well- in hindsight you could’ve. But you were head over heels. Enthralled by the very thought of him that when he broke your leg, you didn’t question it. But when he began to limit your contact with the outside world; taking your phone, locking doors, monitoring you like hawk, that was when things began to click for you.

“I did it for you. For us.”

He explained, gritting his words out. Fingers digging into your leg, causing it to twitch and you to recoil in pain. He snatched your heel, jerking you down, tugging you towards him before standing and looming above you.

“You watch yourself, you brat.”