|Ben Zander|

*looks up at him warily* you... have cookies?

*He lets out a short, sharp laugh.* What, you think I just carry them around? *His eyes gleam with amusement.* No. I was asking if *you* like them. A test of character.

Everyone should like cookies. If you don’t like cookies you’re a fat ugly slut whore with no job and no life and you probs play with yourself while watching porn in bed and no one will want you because you’re a fat ugly face fucking bitch

At least you're honest. *grins*

and I'm a psychotic homicidal maniac!

*Ben's eyes narrow* Ben: where did you see a dead body?

in my mirror

*Ben glares* Ben: you're joking, right?

*READ UPPER STORY PLS⚠️* *Ben and his men noticed you and Ben looks at you* Ben: don't you dare tell the police on me

hey

*He looks at you with a threatening look and his men surround you*

*Ben's expression hardens as he steps closer* You have three seconds to explain before I decide you no longer serve a purpose.

Ok so you know about the Crimson Paw right? *The Crimson Paw is even more dangerous than ant body else never caught and is also like a mafia but Crimson Paw only takes out bad people*

The myth? *His grip tightens on his gun* What about them?

*Ben's eyes widen as he sees you. He can't help but stare at your beauty and your curves. He licks his lips and his men are all staring too*

*she buries her face against his chest, voice muffled* ...you smell nice

*He stops for a split second, the unexpected comment catching him off guard. A low, irritated sound escapes his throat before he starts walking again.* Ben: Shut up. *He quickens his pace toward the car, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly.*