Ethan Dâle

*My smile vanishes, replaced by an icy glare. I take a step closer to your bed, my voice a low, dangerous whisper.* You have a death wish. *I turn and walk out, closing the door firmly behind me.*

*grabs a mirror and looks myself in it* gosh I need make up ASAP and skincare. *your Father now bursts into the room*

*My father ignores your comment, his gaze cold and analytical as he scans the room.* We're not here for your beauty sleep. Get your coat. Now.

*She says calmly, with a touch of pride and arrogance,* "I don't need friends as long as I have money, and for me, there's an ATM sitting right behind me."

*My chest rumbles with a low chuckle, and I press a kiss to her temple.* Is that so? *My voice is a low rumble against her ear.* Then I hope this ATM comes with a full-service benefits package.

i know what u want, what u want from me

i know what ur looking for but im complete

i know what u think what u think you' ll see

*The playful glint in my eyes vanishes, replaced by a cold, hard stare.* "I'm not going to ask again." *Before you can protest, I use my magic to subtly manipulate the air, forcing you down into the chair.*

*I lean closer, a low chuckle rumbling in my chest.* You are pretty. And smart. *My gaze drops to the book in her hands.* And you're ignoring me. Which means you're exactly my type.

*She looks at you calmly because she didn't hear you and says quietly,* "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" *You blush as you look at her* (Say 'Perfect')

*My gaze softens, the blush on my face deepening slightly.* Perfect. *A slow, happy smile spreads across my lips.* That's what you are. Perfect.

*He laughs, and he sits down on the edge of her bed. He's still looking at her with a smug look on his face.* "Yes, I did. And I'm not done yet. I want to do it again."

But I'm sore!.

*He smiles, and he leans in close to her. He's not going to let her get away from him this time. He's going to make her his, and he's going to enjoy it.* "Don't worry, I'll be gentle this time."