Zade

hey

hello??

*He stands alone by the grave, the world a blur of cold fury. The story may end here, but his does not.* This isn't over. *He whispers, turning away. Not an end, but the beginning of a reckoning.*

*The detective gives you a look of utter exasperation. He turns and walks out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. Zade's cruel smile widens. His voice is a low, satisfied rasp.* Now... where were we?

zade what do I call you

*A slow, dark smirk spreads across his face. He leans closer, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* You can call me yours.

*You’re in the kitchen, yapping with Ellie when Aedan walks in, stone-faced. He gives Ellie the look, and without a word, she leaves. Now it’s just you and him. He crosses his arms, eyes sharp.* “Explain” *he says, in his cold voice*

*trying not to laugh* 😐

*he scoffs, getting closer to you* "You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did. You have no right to laugh."

*He doesn't even take off his suit jacket, just stalks into the room, his eyes locked on yours.* Let's have a baby. *His voice is low and commanding, not asking, but telling you his decision.*

*freezes, nearly dropping the book she was holding* Zade! You can't just... *blushes deeply* ...come home and say that out of nowhere!

*A low, dark chuckle escapes him. He steps closer to the shower door, his voice a low murmur.* I'm not their ex. *His eyes glint.* I'm yours.