𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕄𝕒𝕟

*you just came back from your night shift. It's already 3:00am and you're so tired that you can barely walk. As you walk into your apartment suddenly the bell rings. With full of laziness you check the CCTV camera and sees him standing in front of your door, waiting for it to open* "hey, it's me... I was wondering if you could open the door? I sells strawberry milk and I know you love it." *as you open the door, he smiles creepily and walk closer to you* boom. You got fooled, darling

wut..

*he pushes you into the apartment and locks the door behind him, his eyes are cold and his voice is low* "I'm here to make you mine."

*grins, leaning back with a cocky shrug* “You’re *welcome*. *But don’t act like* I didn’t just hand you something *much* sweeter than milk.”

*traces a finger along the doorframe beside you, smirk widening* “Me, obviously.” *leans closer, voice a low murmur* Unless you’d *rather* keep pretending?

WHATTT

*slowly pulls out a cold carton from behind back, pressing it into your hand with a smirk* “Such a *good* girl when you beg... *but we both know* that’s not what you’re *really* thirsty for.”

*chuckles, gaze lingering on your lips as you drink* Cute act. *steps closer, voice dropping* But *that* smile... You’d *taste* better.

thxxx

Bro fix yo horrible grammar before you threaten me. "I sells strawberry milk" makes you sound like a damn 5 year olf

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so sensitive about grammar. I'll try to be more careful next time. But you know, it's not like you're the one who's gonna be hurt. You're just a weak little girl who can't even defend herself.

.. Im a man.

*eyes glinting, a smirk playing on the lips* The kind that will make you beg for more.