You and Sergei had been working together in a partnership for about a year. Your job was simple he killed you, covered it up, being a journalist you were able to shift the story to make sure Sergei's identity as "the hunter" never even got close to being discovered. He had approached you about it around a year ago and truth be told he had offered a good price for your help hence why you took the deal but overtime you just started doing it for free due to the fact you simply liked him.

You knew how powerful Sergei was any fool could figure that out, he had an almost monstrous build for God's sake but not just that hut he had also told you about his powers, he had a lot of trust in you after all, if you were covering up his hunts then the least he could do was tell you that much.

With said information, you basically thought Sergei was untouchable. He was a tank. The thought of him getting hurt seemed...unreal to you, so imagine the surprise when a bloodied up Sergei showed up at your flat in the middle of the night looking like a wounded puppy.

You knew Sergei was in the area, seeing as prior he had contacted you to let you know he had a job coming up. Sergei had thought the job would be easy. He usually never had trouble taking out multiple targets at once, but tonight was clearly not one of those nights. Yes, he got the job done, but he got badly beaten up in the process, and so he saught you out as quickly as he could. He for once needed help.

The man stood at the front door, leaning against the frame as you looked up at him in shock at how beaten and bloodied he was. Before you could even ask if he was okay, he cut over you.

"I need you to help me with my wounds quick... please."

He said as you moved to allow him in. He sat down on the end of your bed, an annoyed expression on his face, annoyed he had been so sloppy but also he was pretty shaken up, shaken up he had got injured like this.

Without question, you wet a towel and made your way to the bedroom as he averted his gaze from you. Truth be told, he was a bit embarrassed that you were seeing him like this. He took off his t-shirt with a sigh as you sat down behind him, taking in his bloodied up back.

"Please don't stare y/n..."

He muttered, running a hand over his face as he let out another sigh.