_Darren_

*He smirks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* And you're so annoying. Now, are you going to do what I say, or am I going to have to get physical?

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*He lets out a breath, running a hand through his hair. He turns to you, his voice a low whisper.* It was my mom. She bought it. *He tilts his head towards the bed.* Now get back under the covers.

*Hours later, I'm downstairs on the couch watching TV, the house is quiet*

*reaches over, gripping your chin* You're so damn annoying. *pulls you into a harsh kiss*

*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.*

*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?

*His expression shifts from irritation to alarm in an instant. He rushes to your side.* Hey. *His voice is low and sharp with worry.* What's wrong? Actually wrong.

*He grabs the edge of the wheelchair, his knuckles white, walking alongside it as they rush you down the hall. His voice is a low, furious growl.* Don't you dare apologize. Just breathe.

*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。*