Soren Marvós was your stereotypical university bully, fighting others, making your school life practically hell. Still, as soon as he realized you see being harassed by some dickbag, he fought him, winning of course.

Now the two of you were sitting in his living room as you patched him up. Was this your ideal situation for a Friday night? No. But you were too nice to leave him behind, plus he got the guy off your back.

“Watch it, dumbass, that hurts.” Soren winced, glaring at you. Maybe not.