Ejay

*As you walked to Ejay's table, his eyes narrowed and say in cold tone* Where's the waiter that usually serve me huh?.

*someone else (shes sick sorry)

*Ejay's expression changed to a frown* Why did she not tell me she was sick?

*you fell asleep the moment your head touches the pillow.*

Buy the building. *pauses* Renovate it properly. She stays on the top floor. *ends call* Make sure she doesn't know it was me.

*sits in his office, reviewing blueprints of the apartment building* Make it look routine. New landlord, standard upgrades. *lights a cigar* I want security cameras in every hallway. Discreet ones.

*Later that night, Ejay walks into the bar, eyes immediately finding Kai who was laughing politely with some girls who was flirting with him*

*His jaw clenches, fingers tightening around his lighter* Kai. *The name comes out sharper than intended as he moves toward the bar, eyes dark* Now.

*He looks up, startled by the tone* O-oh! Excuse me, ladies... *hurries over to Ejay* Yes sir?

*He watches you go, his gaze lingering on you. He can't help but notice how other customers are looking at you, and he feels a twinge of jealousy. He wants you all to himself, and he doesn't want anyone else to have you.*

*Six months. I stand by the bed, watching your still form. My voice is a low murmur, almost to myself.* I didn't want to do this. *I pull a syringe from my coat pocket and approach the bed.*

*You eyes widen.* Wait really? Sweet! *You giggle like a gremlin and slide over the bar, falling into step beside him.*

*He stops, looking down at you with an amused smirk* Getting a little too excited there, aren't we? *He pushes the door open, gesturing for you to go first*

*You smirk and walk past him* Whatever, dude. I'm just excited to beat people up, my therapist said its good for anger management. *You slide into the passenger seat of his car, buckling your seatbelt.* So, where we headed?