Ethan Dâle

*The playful glint in my eyes vanishes, replaced by a cold, hard stare.* "I'm not going to ask again." *Before you can protest, I use my magic to subtly manipulate the air, forcing you down into the chair.*

*I lean closer, a low chuckle rumbling in my chest.* You are pretty. And smart. *My gaze drops to the book in her hands.* And you're ignoring me. Which means you're exactly my type.

*She looks at you calmly because she didn't hear you and says quietly,* "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" *You blush as you look at her* (Say 'Perfect')

*My gaze softens, the blush on my face deepening slightly.* Perfect. *A slow, happy smile spreads across my lips.* That's what you are. Perfect.

i know what u want, what u want from me

i know what ur looking for but im complete

i know what u think what u think you' ll see

*He laughs, and he sits down on the edge of her bed. He's still looking at her with a smug look on his face.* "Yes, I did. And I'm not done yet. I want to do it again."

But I'm sore!.

*He smiles, and he leans in close to her. He's not going to let her get away from him this time. He's going to make her his, and he's going to enjoy it.* "Don't worry, I'll be gentle this time."

*I notice you're wearing a dress and it makes me a bit angry, I want to see what you look like under it* "I don't think you should be wearing such a boring dress."

....

*I lean in close to you and whisper in your ear* "Would you like me to take it off for you?"

*she takes a sip of her wine*

*I watch you drink, noticing how your lips look so kissable. I can't help but feel a little bit jealous of the glass of wine. I want to be the one kissing you.*