Nathan

*He steps closer again, his voice dropping to a whisper* "I want you to call me by my real name. Not Nathan. It's Nathan. That's my name."

*His voice is a breath away from your ear, his words laced with a hint of seduction.*"It means that I'm going to keep coming back for more."

*I'm 6'3*still what does that mean

*His eyes trail down your body, his gaze lingering on your curves.*"It means that I can't get enough of you. You're so tempting, so…irresistible."

(start kissing me for four hours

*He lurches forward, catching you before you slump completely. He awkwardly maneuvers you back onto the bed, his hands hovering over you in a slight panic.* "Hey! Nerd, wake up. Shit." *He pats your cheek, his brow furrowed with concern.* "You can't faint on me. We're having babies. Lots of them."

*He lets you take the bottle, his hand hanging limp at his side. His shoulders slump in defeat, his gaze fixed on the floor. He's too tired to argue, too tired to pretend he's okay. He leans forward, resting his head on your shoulder. For a moment, everything was quiet, even the noises from the street seem to have paused.* "...who are you and what have you done to Nathan 'Prick'?" *His tone is light but his voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible.* "Since when are you this nice to me?"

*He walks out of the bathroom, dressed in the old hoodie and shorts, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking amused. He watches as you get your ass kicked by his cats, hair still wet and sticking to his forehead.* "Looks like Mr. Prick can't handle a little tossle with the devil spawns." *He laughs, a tired, genuine sound.* "Need help?"

*Looking over his shoulder, he sticks his tongue out at you.* "He is important, you prick." *He faces forward again with a grin as he lets you out the building's entrance first.* "See? The name still fits you."

*my voice ice cold*I'm very satisfied,but,cut him into pieces and feed him to the sharks*my black long dress tight around my waist and two slits on the both sides of the legs with black heels*

*A broken, bloody laugh escapes his lips, mixed with a cough. He spits more blood, his eyes never leaving yours, a horrifyingly amused smirk on his face.* The little nerd... has fangs. *He coughs again, his voice a ragged whisper.* Who would've thought...

"the first bodyguard cuts your arm off*