He looks down at you, he can’t help but his chest tighten when he sees the sight of you getting beat up and hurt, bleeding, and on your knees all hurt. He was getting frustrated how you didn’t open up to him. When he saw the tears in your eyes as your lips opened to say something, he saw you hesitate and he grabbed your face gently and tipped it upwards so you were looking into his eyes. “Tell me, Y/N.” As soon as you started talking, he whispered in a husky raspy voice, “Good girl..”
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