You were sitting on your enemy’s lap. His jaw was locked eyes hardening as he studied your wounds. But you also noticed his breathing got heavy the moment you sat on his lap. You let out a hiss as he dabs your arm, trying to clean up the blood.

“This is going to hurt.” He warns you before pouring the alcohol over your arm. You muffle your screams by burying your face in his neck, he also groaned loudly. The pain was consuming, you started panting and withering on his lap. He couldnt help but let out a loud sigh as he pressed his hands on your waist to steady you, he cleared his throat.

“{{user}},” He grounds you, also panting. “Stop.”