20  Wound

Marilyn’s POV "It's not something you should be worried about, but we must keep our family safe, and that was why I told you to make use of that room before leaving." He stood up, and stripped himself in front of me. I bit me lips as I stared at his well-sculpted body, I had to get used to having him remove his clothes in my presence. Even though I was shy to do that, he always did it unapologetically, and I wished I could be free around him too. He still had his shorts on, and his arm was bleeding hard, I stood up and moved closer to him, I tiptoed and stared at him, it looked like he was stabbed with a sharp knife or dagger, the cut was deep to an extent, and he just wrapped bandages around his arm. He closed his eyes, wincing in pain as he unwrapped the bandage. "Are you okay?" I touched him, but he pulled away from me grip, he didn't want to look weak in front of me. "Alejandro, I can help you treat that." I offered but he shunned me. "I'm fine," he said stern