A Dark Turn

My eyes slowly blinked as everything around me started spinning. I felt a hand on my shoulders, presumably to steady me as I almost fell from the loss of blood. Sebastian led me out of the party, leaving Tristan behind, though I could feel the anger radiating from Sebastian's eyes.

He gently helped me into the car, leaving the party, and drove me back to the mansion. He laid me on the bed, his hands rushing for the first aid kit. His behavior felt unusual; it was a strange mix of gentle and firm. He grabbed my wrist, applying medication to stop the bleeding. My eyes flickered open and closed, the pain gradually subsiding.

His presence always exuded a dangerous aura that made me uneasy and scared around him. But his caring act tonight felt overwhelming, and I couldn't quite get used to it. He had never been this caring, and he often reminded me that this was just an arrangement. Yet, his actions seemed to contradict his words.

"Are you doing alright, or should I call the doctor?" he as