He shed his suit onto the floor and gently lowered her, assessing her injuries.
Her lower leg was a mass of bruising, visibly painful.
He clenched his fists tightly, veins pulsing on his forehead, neck, and hands.
These were telltale signs preceding his bouts of fury.
Freya hastened to reassure him, "Darling, I'm alright, don't fret."
"How can you be alright when you're injured like this?"
He yearned to storm out, wreaking havoc!
Freya firmly grasped his hand, her voice soft, "They're just superficial wounds, no bones are harmed. We'll apply some medicine later."
As she finished, violent pounding reverberated from outside.
The secure door began to shake under the assault.
Bradley's eyes narrowed, crimson veins streaking through them.
He rose, emanating a menacing air, ready to c
