He scrambled back so fast he nearly fell off the narrow mattress, his expression a thunderous mix of confusion and rage. He looked down at his own hands, then at Y/n, then at the small apartment around them.

He was on his feet now, stance wide and defensive, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for a threat. Or an exit. He didn't move toward the door, though. He stayed rooted near the bed, close to her.