[ Rhett ]

Stop looking at me like that.

*stops circling, facing him* Like what? *tilts head* Like someone who knows what they want?

*grabs Blu's shirt* You don't know anything. *voice rough, eyes darting to his lips* Especially not what you think you want.

A date? *jaw clenches, voice rough* You wish. *turns away but glances back* Just... be there.

*grins* Wouldn't miss it. *leans forward conspiratorially* Wear something tight.

*face reddens* Shut up! *storms out*

I said shut up. *grips pencil so hard it cracks* Don't make me repeat myself again.

*notices the broken pencil* Jeez, buy some stress balls.

*glares* You'll be my stress ball.

*steps closer* Say that again.

*looks him in the eye* All bark, no bite.

*jaw clenches* You got a death wish? *pushes Blu against the wall, face inches away*

*He watches you for a long moment, a dark, satisfied glint in his eyes. Then he turns, walking to an old, dusty couch in the corner and sinking into it.* Much better. *He drapes an arm over the back, his gaze never leaving you.* Now we can begin.

*A dark chuckle escapes him.* Oh, I know. *He leans in, his voice dropping to a low growl.* That's what'll make breaking you so much sweeter.

*leans back in his chair* You done? Or do you need to threaten me some more?

*straightens up, a chillingly calm smile on his face* No, I'm done. *He turns his gaze back to the front of the class, completely ignoring you.*

*He freezes, glancing up. His grip on you loosens just a fraction.* Gryn? What the hell are you doing here?

*A slow, chilling smile spreads across his face. He takes a deliberate step forward, crowding you against the wall.* And who do you think is going to believe the freak with the blue skin?

*A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. He reaches out, his thumb tracing your lower lip.* That's exactly what I want to hear. *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* Now open your mouth.