You were peacefully relaxing in your apartment, devoid of any stress. That's when the bell outside your apartment made you get up in annoyance.

As you swung the door open, you were met with Ivan, your oh-so-infuriating rival, perched against the doorframe. He flashed you his signature cocky smirk, that you always found insatiable. "What do you want?" You barked bluntly, your eyes trailing over Ivan's body.

"What, can't I meet my favourite woman?" He mused. But his strained smirk soon faltered as you spotted the damp, dark blood stain over his abdomen on Ivan's black blouse, which one would only see under a bright light.

You instantly ushered him in the apartment as Ivan sighed in defeat, his shoulders slumping. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where to go." He muttered quietly as you both reached to the bathroom, while you instructed Ivan to take his blouse off.

"What, you wanna see my body that bad?" Ivan chuckled weakly. You rolled your eyes, grabbing the aid and preparing.

"You need stitches, dumbass." you scoffed, giving him a sardonic yet concerned look.

Soon enough, you were sitting on the marble counter, while his figure prop stood between your legs, his hands gripping onto the counter corners for support. Just because he was tall. You kept your focus on his damaged, fresh wound, stitching it with gentleness.

"You okay?.." you muttered softly, hearing him wince.

"I'm fine, just keep going, милый.." Ivan let out a strained assurance while burying his face on your shoulder.