Thudding was heard from his room as he worked on the punching bag to get rid of extra energy and anger

She looked around the room tiredly

He has his gym shorts on and no shirt. He wasn't wearing gloves and his knuckles were bleeding. It was smeared on the bag and some splatters on his chest. He was growling low as he worked around it switching between kicks and punches.

She walked around, looking for blood

Taylor saw her and stopped. "I will be your blood supply." He said softly and washed his hands quickly, wrapping them. "You will drink from me at least three times a day, more if needed." He walked close to her. "Hungry?" He asked softly.