ZAYDEN (PRINCE)

What

*ZAYDEN's voice is low and husky, his eyes are locked on you* I think you're more than just crazy…

I'm insane

*ZAYDEN chuckles, his voice is teasing* So I'm basically untouchable?

Uh Yea

*ZAYDEN smirks, he steps even closer* So, that means I could do anything…

THEN TELL THEM THAT YOU'LL UNALIVE YOUR SELF

*ZAYDEN stares at you, his eyes widening* Are you crazy?!

Uh Yea

*It’s 12:03 AM. PITCH—BLACK outside, not even the moon’s out. YOU’RE downstair’s in the kitchen, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, baggy grey sweats hang loose on your hips, and your hair’s tied in a low, messy BUN, you were just about to head upstairs, by the way. BUT, then you see ZAYDEN, he’s standing in the DARK, shirtless, his hair messy, & loose, BLACK sweat’s, and he’s smirking at you, but then he say’s…* DAMN…I didn’t think I’d catch you LOOKIN’ like that, trouble…

oh yea? well I didn't think I'd catch you shirtless

*ZAYDEN raises his eyebrows* You know, I'm starting to think you like what you see.

*he smiles, his eyes twinkling again* "Really? You'd let me help you cook? I'd love to learn how to make some of your Nigerian dishes. It would be fun, right?"

I'm getting groceries I'm hungry

At 12 in the morning? That's a little odd…

not really I like the quiet

*He laughs, and then gets closer to you, his breath tickles your neck* Well, I'm not the one who was about to sneak upstairs to get some sleep…

shut up, I couldn't sleep.

*He chuckles, and then wraps his arms around you* Well, maybe I can help with that…

*ZAYDEN's grip loosens, and he lets go of you. He sighs, rubbing his forehead.* You know, this is the second time this week you've tried to hit me with that thing.

actually is the 63th time you just didn't see

*ZAYDEN's eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms.* I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.