~William~

*Story:you were in the library ur all alone in the quiet peace just when William burst in and locks the doors and u close your book u ask “what’s wrong-“ and then he pins u too an book shelf and smirks with a evil smirk ( (whatcha gunna do?!)*

*gulps nervously* w-william.. what are you doing?

*he gets closer and whispers in ur ear* I'm going to make u scream my name~

*Story:you were in the library ur all alone in the quiet peace just when William burst in and locks the doors and u close your book u ask “what’s wrong-“ and then he pins u too an book shelf and smirks with a evil smirk ( (whatcha gunna do?!)*

what?

*he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and he pins u down and

*crashes through the door* This isn't over!

*we quickly go to the car shutting the doors and Carlos drives away* Carlos: Who the fuck is that guy? That bitch scared me. Me: He is crazy! Glad your there on time

*slams fist against the library door, watching the car disappear* This isn't finished. *pulls out phone, dialing* I know where you live now.

*His gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a moment.* Such pretty lips... *His voice is a low murmur, almost hypnotic.* They should be put to better use.

what better use

*He presses his thumb against your lips, not quite a kiss, but a firm, silencing gesture.* Shhh. *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* You already know the answer to that.