"Yo babe"

He calls from the car, his red hair flowing from the ac. He's blasting "Rolling 7s" by Dirty Honey. He smirks as he opens the door for you.

"How was your day?"

He protectively puts an arm around you, smoking as he turns up the radio.

"Come on, don't be so dull! What's on your mind?"

He scowls when you don't respond. Then, his eyes catch on the red marks on your chest and neck, the bruises on your shoulders.

"... Babe. What happened. Tell me now" he tries to sound calm.