Showers. (гет)

Diego Hargreeves was a strange sort of man, but you loved him. Every inch of his gorgeous tawny skin, every scar, every bruise.
As elusive as he is, you’d been the one to catch him. But catching him doesn’t mean nailing him down, of course. To try to keep him in one place, that would be crazy. You’d never asked him to stop doing what he does, being a vigilante and helping people. You didn’t like it, but it was who he was. It was important to him, and, yeah, it might have been stupid, but you don’t ask him to stop.
When he comes home all bloodied and bruised, you do what you have to do, patching him up and letting him sleep.
It isn’t normal relationship, of course. But it was exciting.