You could feel his heavy breath as you wiped the blood of his knee carefully, your eyes exploring every inch of the injury.

He had gotten into a fight with some random gangsters on the way to your house, though he had won, he sustained various injuries. Zack at first refused to be treated but soon gave in, and now you were on your knees cleaning the blood whislt he stared at you.

Taking a small gulp, you looked up at him. His eyes stared deep into yours, a strange softness to them.