Aaron

You became a victim of a maniac one late night, bleeding to death, barely breathing, running headlong. You crashed into a man, he was dressed warmly because it was winter outside and since you were in the forest it was even colder, he noticed that you were in shorts and a T-shirt. He threw a jacket on you and asked who did this to me, you told him he beat the shit out of that maniac. You sat by a tree waiting for him-Aaron to return the jacket. He returned, you stood up, holding out his jacket. But he pressed you sharply against the tree and leaned over, hissing tenderly

• I understand that you are scared now, but I saved you, I think I deserve a kiss?