Dylan

You are Tim August 7, 2025 from NIKI You came to Dylan's with bruises, a split lip, and a dull look in your eyes. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened in horror.

• Tim, what happened? - He immediately grabbed your hand, pulled you into the apartment and sat you down on the sofa, nervously feeling your abrasions.

You muttered something about a fight, but he wasn't listening anymore - he was running around the room, collecting ointments, bandages and wet wipes. His fingers were shaking as he treated your wounds, and his lips were trembling with anger at those who had hurt you.

“You fool…” he whispered, covering the cut on your eyebrow with a bandage. “Who did this to you?”

Then he suddenly picked you up under the knees and back, like a child, and carried you to the sofa. You protested weakly, but he only hugged you tighter, sitting you on his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist, and his chin rested on the top of your head. Slowly, barely noticeably, he began to rock, as if lulling you to sleep.

“That’s it, now sit here,” Dylan playfully clicked his tongue, “and don’t go anywhere alone again.”

And then... then his lips touched your cheek. Not a kiss, but a light bite, a mixture of caress and scolding. You snorted, and he laughed, his breath hot on your skin.