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you shoved the phone in your bathrobe's pocket, before walking towards the balcony door.
"sit somewhere he can't see you" you said, looking back at touya.
you drew the curtains and opened the balcony door, as you made an expression of faux surprise.
"what are you doing here?"
"oh, finally! i thought you wouldn't appear" hawks said, as he turned around.
his eyes slightly widened and a blush covered his cheeks when he saw you in your bathrobe— yet, his gaze darkened when he noticed the redness around your neck.
"why are you here?" you asked again.
you could feel eyes burning holes in your back, and you knew touya was eavesdropping behind the curtain.
"i got worried something happened to you. you didn't pick up my calls, after all"
"oh, that..."
"i broke my phone" you said.
"you broke your phone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
you nodded, as you held it tighter in your pocket.
"what is in your pocket, y/n?"
"my phone"
"can i see it?"
"why?"
"show me your phone"
you removed it from your pocket and gave it to him, watching him as he inspected it. his eyes met yours, sending a chill down your spine.
"did you, by any chances, throw it?"
"i did. but that doesn't matter!"
"why are you here?" you asked again.
"don't change the subject, dollface"
"i'm not changing any subject! you asked me something and i answered! yet, i'm still waiting for your answer!"
"i told you i came here cause i was worried about you"
"we both know there's another reason behind it" you said, looking at him.
"okay, fine! i was calling you and texting you because i wanted to update you on the league of villains situation"
"what about it?"
"it doesn't matter anymore. there's a more serious situation i'd like to discuss"
"and that is...?"
"your relationship"
your mouth run dry at his words. you were standing in front of him, frozen. you tried to shallow the lump in your throat, before speaking;
"my love life doesn't concern you"
"indeed, it doesn't! but why were you so shocked when i said those two words?"
"what do you know about my relationship?"
"nothing, really. but i suppose i'll learn something, tonight"
he walked closer to you, holding your broken phone in between his fingers.
"you didn't just drop this, did you?"
"i never said i dropped it! i said i broke my phone"
"how?"
"i threw it at the wall. it was lagging and it got on my nerves"
"such damage couldn't be done from someone like you. you don't look too strong to me"
"do you want me to punch you and show you how strong i am?"
"oh, aren't you feisty?"
"i'll pretend i believe you on that one. what about your neck, though? did you try choking yourself?" he added, walking closer.
your back was pressed against the wall of your balcony, as he stood in front of you. you couldn't think of an excuse about the redness on your neck.
"y/n, tell me... is he hurting you?"
"what? no! you got it wrong!"
"then, explain to me what this is!"
"it's not here because he's hurting me, hitting me, choking me, or however you want to call it!"
"i consented to it" you added.
"did you really consent to it? or did you consent because you couldn't say no or stop him?"
your wide eyes locked on his and you were left unable to form any words. he took some steps back, before turning around. he turned his head to the side, looking at you over his shoulder;
