"Ya hayati.." Kalil grumbles, face in his palms as you clean a wound on his bare back, his hair tied back in a messy bun. He doesn't want you doing this.

You hated seeing him come back home with new scars and fresh wounds, refusing to let you help until he slowly gives in and sits on the bed defeated and embarrassed that you have even see him like this.

Leader of the biggest gang in the city and growing up in such an environment, he wants to protect your eyes from all the harm this world seems to have, not even wanting you to see the aftermath of protecting his group from any rivals.

"You don't have to, I've told you enough." He's trying to sound stern, but your gentle touches are making him melt. To be treated like this is something he's wished for since a child, and he can't love you more for it.