Snow gently cleaned the wounds on Demetri’s face, her hands steady but her heart full of questions. He sat slouched against the sofa, his gaze distant and lost in thought.
“What really happened?” she asked softly, curiosity lacing her voice.
“Don’t ask,” He answered shortly, his voice cold and sharp.
“How long are you going to keep coming home like this, Demetri?” she spoke softly, her eyes looking carefully at his hurt and bruised body.
“Look at yourself. Your body is covered in so many scars, they probably don’t even know where to stay on your skin anymore.”
She let out a sigh.
“I won’t always be here to take care of you.”
“I can take care of myself,” Demetri said firmly, his tone carrying weight.
“These wounds… they’re not even that painful,” he added casually.
Snow rolled her
