Yaman Koral

*His gaze snaps to the red spreading across your shirt. The mockery vanishes, replaced by cold irritation.* You're tearing your wounds open again. *He stands, lifting you effortlessly.* Enough of this.

i wince slightly

*His gaze drops to your arm, his jaw tightening at the sight of the fresh blood. He doesn't slow his pace.* I told you to be still. *He lays you back on the bed, his movements quick and efficient.* You're more trouble than you're worth, wildcat.