To find the prize was to find your sister, and that meant multiple people raiding her room and taking stuff the did not belong to them, whether that meant her dresses, her notes, her shoes, anything these bastards could get their hands on. The room was a hot mess and the players had left more of a mess than what was there originally.

One person, someone anonymous, had stolen a pair of oh so precious earrings your mother had gifted you before she had mysteriously disappeared. The way your mother had gone away remained a mystery yet to be solved, but your father had made it seem to the outside world that she was kidnapped so no one could badmouth him and put the blame on him.

Julian wanted to get the earrings back for you, but the anonymous man was surprisingly stronger than him, so Julian had gotten a few bruises on his body and head, along with a few open wounds from the impact of the hits when he fought with the man. He stumbled inside the shared bedroom, grabbing your arm steady himself as he let his body hit the bed. He lifted his shirt, revealing a perfect row of golden-brown muscle if not for all of the blood that stretched across his abdomen.

He looked over as you fetched a towel and basin, cleaning off his head wound. With the way you so cautiously cleaned his head wound, he could easily tell you weren’t used to touching naked men. He guided your hand to clean one of his wounds, and grinned when you questioned where the wound was. “There’s not one. But that feels really good.” Julian said, his words coming out moaned and arched his back. The wound had disappeared, and he loved the feeling of your bare hand rubbing his bare skin.