Aria

　　Hunter set me on the bathroom counter, drying my body with a towel.

　　"You are very fragile," He commented as he took a look at the red marks on his fingers around my wrist.

　　I could care less about his comment, and more at the sight of him that remained in front of my gaze.

　　He was breathtakingly beautiful, and of course, he knew my thoughts. My face could never lie.

　　As my eyes basked in the scene of his freshly showered ...