Their Wife (Reverse Harem)

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Sofia.

After, I had successfully brought him in as in dragged the stranger to my home and put him on the fairly small couch that can barely contain his bulking and muscly frame.In a hast, I ran to my bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit to see his wounds. My hands shook as the familiar scent of the crimson liquid tainted and stuck to my hands and clothes from having too much contact with the injured male.

The feel of blood on my hands was triggering but I needed to help the green eyed spicemen heal in any way that I could.

Slowly taking his tattered, dirty, bloody suit jacket off and his no longer white shirt, I began attending to the small cuts on his abdomen, chest, and arms and stitching up the deep gash on his torso. It bled so much and it freaked me out but I somehow managed to disinfect and stitch it up to have it finally warped in a thick layer of gauze.

I worked in silence and tried to shut down my racing mind as it started to conjure dangerous thoughts and doubts considering the stranger laying numbly on my couch. The only sign of him being alive was the soft rise and fall of his chest, it was so scary knowing how he could've bled to death if I didn't wake up at the right time.

Having someone's life withering before my eyes wasn't something I was used to but wasn't something I haven't experienced either. I just... didn't want to experience it ever again.

The trauma that came with it made it so much harder with the constant nightmares and grim thoughts clouding a person's head, it was the perfect mixup to make one lose their mind but I thankfully managed to keep the last bit of sanity I had locked.

So, after an hour of treating the undoubtedly knife cuts on his body, I slumped back against the armrest of my chair and checked his temperature, thankful that color began to return to the stranger's face. No longer looking that scaly, deathly pale color.

I opted on putting the bruising ointment on the small bruises that adorned his beautiful face. Blushing over the thought that I thought that he was beautiful.

I facepalmed and cringed at my girly behavior, walking over to the closet to get one of my oversized hoodies to dress the stranger in and a heavy blanket to warm him up. After getting the hoodie and struggling to dress him in it, I let out a long breath of relief and brought a clean white slightly damp washcloth, then, began to wipe his face just to be caught under his spell, instantly.

His perfectly sculpted face, full pink pouty lips that were cracked at the corner due to an apparent punch or a multitude of them. High and shaped cheekbones. A sharp jawline and a nose slightly crooked as if it had been broken before but he still, managed to look perfect.
Realizing that I was been admiring the gorgeous stranger for a few seconds, I found my hand wanting to caress the slight stubble adorning his jaw.

Damn, I felt like a creep even thinking about.

No longer fighting the sudden urge to touch the fallen angel, I slightly ran the tips of my fingers over the unshaved five o'clock shadow that his perfect jaw adorned, and only to be interrupted by the buzzing of a phone.

That definitely wasn't mine.

Buzz..

Buzz..

After I looked in his jacket pockets not to find the phone, so I reached my hand to one of his pants pockets. Nothing?

Maneuvering my way to the backside of the couch to reach for his other pocket to retrieve the phone and his wallet since I didn't want to lean over him to reach for his phone, and possibly freak him out by doing so if he woke up and found himself in that weird position. Seeing that his phone was thankfully without a code and constantly buzzing with texts and calls mostly from a person named Nikolai.