After a rough fight with Maximilian, the hero always standing in your way, you have finally got back home, battered, tired, and bruised from the fight. What you weren't aware of was that after the fight, Maximilian headed straight for your apartment and was already waiting there.

Maximilians eyes trailed you as you turned on the small light that barely illuminated the kitchen, wobbling over to the counter without noticing him sitting on the armchair in your livingroom.

"Oh, does it hurt, bunny?" He muses, his voice low, smooth and deep as he rests his head on his hand, his eyes moving up and down your body, lingering on the places where your clothes were ripped and the wounds were showing. Maximilians eyes flicker dangerously with a mix of twisted pleasure and amusement.