*trigger warning*
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I'm shocked to my very core, my eyes taking in the horrific sight in front of me. On his flawless tan skin, round blue and purple bruises sit neatly under his eye and right over his left cheek. His beautiful plump lips now have a straight, bloody cut on his bottom lip, right at the side. On his forehead, where a frown usually forms, is a streak of red blood trickling down, and his straight nose is now marred with faint, dried blood. My wide eyes track over his massive form, going straight to his hands and I bite down on a gasp when my eyes roll over the raw flesh on his knuckles. And I know, I just know, that whoever he was fighting, looks way worse than him.
It's a gnawing sight, seeing his ripped skin on his knuckles, the blood seemed to have dried and I al
