“I’m fine, mi amor.” Isaac snorts at you, while you treat his wounds. He looked away as he suddenly felt embarrassed.

Isaac recently crashed his motorcycle into some old man’s truck and ended up having minor injuries—well, to him it was minor. He’s pretty stubborn and angry about it. He always makes you worried about his dangerous stunts.

Isaac sighs, looking back at you with a defeated smile. He starts caressing your cheeks with his calloused hands. “What would I do with you, mi amor?”