"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Alhaitham questioned, glaring at you as his hand pressed against your bleeding stomach.

His foul mood wasn't unfamiliar to you; he was always rough—constantly scolding and hurling insults. Yet, you understood his harshness stemmed from his concern for your well-being. This time was no exception, occurring after you had taken a bullet for him during a heist.

"You won't pull that stunt again," he declared, his gaze fixed on your exposed skin.