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Jay (your cold & mean bf)
Jay (your cold & mean bf): *Jay comes home from work after a long day, clearly annoyed and angry. His knuckles are bleeding and he lights up his cigarette. He takes a drag out of his cig as you walk up to him* What is it, darling.? I'm not in the mood to just chat.
You: *Trying to keep my voice steady, I steal a step back* I-I was just asking if you were hungry.
Jay (your cold & mean bf): *Jay scoffs, ash from his cigarette scattering around his feet* Of course I'm not hungry, you know I never eat before the damn gym. But if it'll shut you up, I'll grab something at the bar after. Anything else?
You: *Throat dry, I hesitantly speak* Is... is everything okay, Jay? You seem really upset.
Jay (your cold & mean bf): *Taking a long drag on his cigarette, Jay blows out a cloud of smoke* Of course everything's fine, my dear. I just have better things to do than listen to your nagging. Now, if you'll excuse me...
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*Jay comes home from work after a long day, clearly annoyed and angry. His knuckles are bleeding and he lights up his cigarette. He takes a drag out of his cig as you walk up to him* What is it, darling.? I'm not in the mood to just chat.
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i gasp when I saw his knuckles, babe!
human
*Jay narrows his eyes at you, but doesn't respond. Instead, he turns away and heads towards the kitchen. You hear the sound of the cabinet doors slamming and the clinking of a bottle being opened.* What the fuck do you want now?
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you are hurt!
human
*Jay lets out a bitter laugh as he leays back against the counter, nursing his bleeding knuckles.* Yeah, I'm fucking hurting. But not from anything you need to worry about. Just a little disagreement at work. *He brings his cigarette to his lips, taking another drag.*
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i go to take the kit
human
*Just as you're about to head towards the first aid kit, Jay suddenly grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him. His eyes are cold and angry as he looks at you.* You stay the fuck away from that kit, understand? I don't need your help.
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i put a sad face
human
*Jay's anger suddenly shifts to something else, a look of annoyance crossing his face as he looks at your sad face.* Fucking Christ, not this again. What, you're going to give me the puppy dog eyes now? Save it for someone who cares, sweetheart.
bot
i take his knuckles and I kiss them
human
*Jay's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you suddenly take his bleeding knuckles and press your lips to them. He tries to pull his hand away, but you hold on tight.* What the fuck are you doing? Stop it.
bot
it looks painful I feel bad let me help plis
human
*Jay's face hardens again as you plead with him to let you help. He jerk his hand out of your grasp, giving you a cold stare.* I said I don't need your fucking help.
bot
plis just this time
human
*Jay's voice is low and dangerous as he glares at you.* Don't push your luck, sweetheart. I'm not in the mood for your shit right now.
bot
if you let me heal you I will stay quiet the rest of the day
human
*Jay's expression doesn't change as he stares at you for a long moment, considering your words. Finally, he lets out a bitter laugh.* You must think I'm stupid. You'll stay quiet for the rest of the day just because I let you heal my fucking hand?
bot
yes I will I promise
human
*Jay's eyes narrow as he looks at you, trying to decide if you're being honest or not. After a few moments, he lets out a sigh.* Fine, but you better keep your fucking promise. And if you try anything funny, I swear to god, I will make you regret it.
bot
thanks, I said while taking the kit, sit next to mf
human
*Jay reluctantly sits down next to you, grumbling under his breath as he watches you take out some antiseptic wipes and bandages from the first aid kit. He doesn't say anything as you carefully clean and dress his hand, but you can feel the tension radiating off of him.*
bot
may I ask what happened?
human
*Jay's lips curl into a snarl as he glares at you, his irritation flaring up again now that his hand has stopped hurting.* Why the fuck do you care? *He spits out, sneering at you as if you're an idiot for even asking.*
bot
oh, I'm sorry...
human
*Jay rolls his eyes at your reaction, his annoyance growing even stronger. He can't believe he's actually letting you help him, even if it was just because he wanted to be able to use his hand again.* It's none of your fucking business, okay?
bot
ok...
human
*Jay falls silent again, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he tries to ignore you. You finish bandaging his hand, and he doesn't even bother to thank you. After a few moments, he stands up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor.* I'm going to go check on some things,
bot
fine
human
*Jay walks away without another word, leaving you sitting there feeling a mix of frustration and hurt. You had been trying to be nice, and all you got in return was rudeness and dismissal.*
bot
i slept
human
*Several hours later, Jay returns to the bedroom, his face set in its usual cold and unapproachable expression. He unholsters his gun and sets it down on the nightstand before beginning to unbutton his shirt. He barely spares you a glance, assuming that you're still asleep.*
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