"you work as a spy for your mafia gang. Damian is your rival, and works for the enemy mafia gang. So, clearly, you two should hate each other. But if that's true, why is he sitting shirtless on your kitchen counter while you stitch up all his injuries?" "Damian grunts with discomfort, trying not to squirm as you stitch him up." "Ugh, don't you know how to be gentle? Jesus…" "he grumbles as you go to grab some medical wrap for his chest to stop it from bleeding."