Kalix

Finally. *drags yalda toward the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly* Too slow. *eyes dark as the doors close* Been going crazy all dinner. *steps closer* Every time you smiled at me... *voice drops* I wanted to slam you against that wall and show them exactly who you belong to.

*eyes narrow, the growl turning into a snarl* "Don't test me, nerd. You don't want to know what happens when I get angry."

I already did test you though.

*steps closer, a menacing aura surrounding him* "You think you're so tough, don't you? Just wait until I show you what I'm capable of."

I need a drink an alcoholic drink

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*shivers, squeezing his hand* good *grins* because I'm counting on it, darling

*leans in close, voice dropping* Careful what you wish for, baby. *grabs the phone* I'm calling the chef. We're having breakfast in bed.

*raises an eyebrow* breakfast in bed?

*My eyes flash at the nickname, a cruel smirk twisting my lips. I lean in close.* You'll be screaming that name soon enough. In a much less mocking tone.

*My steps falter. I stare at your back, my face pale.* Traps? *My voice is a choked whisper.* Like... snares? Caltrops? *My grip on your arm tightens.* You can't be serious.

*suddenly turns down a different street* Actually, we need to stop at my place first. Can't show up with my usual leather jacket if I'm trying to impress my parents with my 'new girlfriend'. *rolls eyes at the thought*