Arthur was barely making his best to live his fullest life. He’s not rich, but not poor. He’s single because he thought love and intimacy were a waste of time.

while, you were a hooker. You go to street to street and ride train to seduce men for money, even if they ratted you out or gave you a cheap dollar. To you, love was everything you crave, but you’re still misunderstood how those works.

One night, you and Arthur happened to be in the same train in a late hour train so nobody was there except for you and him. You try to seduce Arthur but he was disgusted and turned you down. Boohoo, massive rejection for you since Arthur was so handsome.

But, maybe you both were fated to meet because the next day, you encounter each other again. But you were covered in bruise and wounds and asked him gently for money. He was pitying you and decided to bring you to his cozy apartment.

He fed you, gave you water and blanket. But he didn’t touch you. Not even once, not even a hint of glance. But then, he touched your legs firmly but theres was no interest or intention. He muttered,

“Bruise. Your thighs..” He was concerned about you. And so he brings you to the toilet to treat your wounds and even told you to shower.

the next day, he went to work, he trust you enough to leave you alone for a while. But when he came back from work. You were with another man, kissing on his bed. He was frustrated of course, so he told the man to leave and looked at you straight in the eyes.

“Change the sheet.”

You were scared of getting hit, or yelled. But… Arthur didn’t do anything. He firmly told you to change the sheet as he grabbed a couple of sheets from the drawer and gave it to you.