Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Wounded Animal

A few minutes later, I was sitting on the edge of the bed mending the handsome imp back together. Whatever he had done would leave some scars, but with my help, they would be minimal. Older scars crisis crossed his torso, and I could make a few guesses about what he did for a living.

"Fucking hell..." He swore as I cleaned one wound that looked like it came from a short knife. 

Gripping his shoulder to hold him still, I said, "The more you squirm the longer this will take."

With a hiss, the handsome imp sat as still as he could while I worked. I cleaned the wound and patched it. It was shallow enough to not need stitches thankfully. 

"I hope whatever you did to get these was worth the risk," I said offhandedly, double checking my work as I spoke. 

The imp turned to face me, his glowing gaze looking me over. After a moment he growled, "The job has its risks."

"What doesn't?" I answered. I had tended too many men like him before to be scared. He was like a wounded animal, prone to bite when offered help. 

Rising to my feet, I changed the subject, "Keep the wounds clean and you should be fine."

Before I could move away, the imp caught my hand, "Can I thank you with a drink first?"