Bonded
Gathering enough courage I enter the open door.
Standing in all glory, his covered in blood. Gasping out, his eyes travel to mine.
Taking two weak steps towards him, my eyes wonder to his bloody covered chest, looking worriedly for any wounds, his cold eyes watches me like a pry. Standing with only one feet away, my eyes widen at a large cut on his right ribs. Without thinking, I move my hand to the painful exposed wound, his large hands stops my action immediately, his glacial stares makes me gulp, looking up pleadingly, he looks away, his captive hands frees mine. Moving closer I trace my fingers gently on wound, a low growl erupts from him. Flashing a worried graze, neither of us speaks.
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