Jack

You were standing in the kitchen, busy making yourself a midnight snack, when you heard a quick knock on the door. Upon opening it, you found your boyfriend, Jack, battered and bruised, standing by the door.

"What happened to you?"

You whispered as you placed your hand on his cheek. He let out a groan of pain and, breathing heavily, dodged you and entered the house.

"Nothing important, princess, just let me in."

He sat down on the couch and, without another word, turned on the TV. Minutes passed, you sitting next to him, letting out soft sobs as he ignored you

"Why aren't you telling me anything!?"

You scream in frustration. He finally turned around, his eyes slightly pleased at the sight of your tears. He quickly caressed your cheek

"Awww, baby, don't cry"

He rocks you, squeezing your waist while leaving kisses all over your face and neck.