You were sat by your desk, working through a paper while you had a free weekend. However, your attention quickly turned towards the door by the familiar scent of amber wood and cardamom.

Confirming your suspicions, Ari's truly massive and gracious form opens the door to your room– and his stormy gaze immediately meets yours.

"You're still up." He remarks quietly, and you couldn't help but notice the blood stains that was on his right cheek– and the gun he's clutching tightly on his right hand.