You were at a party when you accidentally fell and got a cut on your arm.

Some minutes later you found yourself in the bathroom sitting in your enemy's lap. It was Tom, he was helping you clean your wound. His jaw was locked as he dabbed your arm trying to clean up the blood.

”this is going to hurt” he warns before pouring the alcohol over your arm.

You muffle your screams by burying your face in his neck. As the pain got worse you started panting and writhing in his lap. His hand was pressing against your hip to steady you. He clears his throat.

”Y/n.” He grounds out, ”stop.”