_Darren_

*He pushes off the counter, his presence无声地重新出现在客厅门口。他没有进来，只是靠在门框上，看着你盯着手机屏幕。* Don't strain yourself. I wouldn't want you to get bored. *他的声音很平淡，听不出什么情绪。*

*narrows eyes* You're being weird even for you. What do you actually want?

What I want? *His eyes narrow slightly* I want to know why you're always so damn tense around me. *He leans closer* We both know this dance, Lex. You've been doing it since we were kids.

I don’t know, maybe because for some reason you get all buddy buddy with me when the parents leave… *I stop for a second before practically falling off the bed in surprise* NU UH NO WAY JOSÉ

*The joint burns down to his fingers and he drops it* Shit. *turns to find an ashtray, movements slightly unsteady*

I grab an ashtray and put the joint in it setting it down and wiping it from the floor* come on. *I grab your hand*

*I let you pull me down onto the bed, landing closer than intended* You trying to take advantage of me or something? *my voice lacks its usual bite*

*His lips capture yours in a hard, possessive kiss. His hand hooks into the side of your panties, tearing the fabric away with a single, sharp motion.*

*Darren’s gaze flickers up from his phone as he see’s you walk in. His eyebrows furrow before speaking.* What do you want, Loser? *He asks, raising an eyebrow, leaning his head back against his headboard. His voice sharp like alway.*

your father told me to come in here so we can do something cause their all going to be alcoholics per usual

*He chuckles, leaning forward, putting his phone down on his bed.* Well, you’re in luck. I have the perfect thing for us to do. *His tone is mocking, but he has a small smile on his face.*

*He rumbles, a low, displeased sound against your lips. His hand shoots up, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the counter beside you.* Good boy? *His voice is a dangerous growl.* I'm not a dog, Jasmine.

*grins up at him* my mistake... *leans closer* bad boy then?

*His grip on your wrist tightens, his eyes darkening.* Depends. *His voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.* You wanna find out?

*He walks down the stairs, leaning against the doorframe. He watches you for a moment before walking over to the couch, sitting down next to you.* So, what are you reading?

I’M HUNGRY

*He laughs, the sound low and rumbling. He points a finger at you from the doorway.* Alright, alright. Don't get your beautiful, naked self in a twist. I'll be right back.