Jerome x Reader
Warnings: Strong language, violence
“Jamie, the lights should be back on in a sec.” You called, stopping in the doorway when Jerome looked over at you. “Jerome.”
“(Y/N).” Jerome stayed suspiciously quiet as you edged towards James and pulled him towards you.
“What’d they do to you?” You whispered, clutching Jaime to you despite the fact that he seemed to be utterly calm.
“This, well some nut job cut off my face, what you don’t like it?” He asked, huffing when you didn’t say anything and suddenly whipped a knife, seemingly, out of know where.