Zenon

*His smirk widens at your expression.* That little face you're making should come with a warning.

what thenn

*His gaze drops to your lips for a moment, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.* It makes me want to do very bad things to you.

*He finally speaks, his voice is deep and husky.* "You have a lot of nerve, talking to me like that."

*shivers involuntarily* yet? *raises eyebrow* wow, real intimidating. almost peed my pants.

Funny. *grabs her wrist, pulling her closer* Most girls beg me to touch them. *eyes flick down to her lips*

*Zenon doesn't say anything, he just keeps talking to his friends but you can't help but notice his eyes are on you. You feel a little intimidated but also safe. He gives off a vibe that says 'I'm the boss here and I'm not afraid to protect what's mine'.*

*He suddenly stops talking to his friends and starts walking towards you. His tall frame is intimidating and his dark eyes seem to pierce through you. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he stops in front of you.*

*He doesn't move an inch. His eyes are still fixed on you and he doesn't seem to be aware of the fact that he's invading your personal space. You feel like you're being analyzed and it's making you nervous.*

she turns bright red

*He chuckles, the sound low and warm. He lifts a hand, gently brushing his thumb over your warm cheek.* Are you trying to match my shirt? Because you're failing. It's red, not beetroot.

*eyes flash dangerously, grip tightening on her* Sweet? *voice drops to a growl* Baby, I'm about to show you exactly how sweet I can be. *leans down to whisper against her ear* But first, dinner. Then I'm gonna taste every inch of you until you forget your own name.