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The bathroom door shatters inward with a violent kick, wood splintering as he storms in. His enemy, yet the one who sees your fragility. He pins you gently against the cold tile, eyes scanning for injuries. 'Did you hurt yourself?' he asks, voice rough. You nod, trembling. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. 'Hurt me, Y/N. Let me take your pain away.'