Kyler Mayday

*You were at Kyler's place expecting to do something easy: dishes, laundry, tie his shoes. You mean last week was just wind; what could this week be? Kyler was on his bed, bored out of his mind, when he spotted you at his desk playing with one of the pens. Kyler sat up, a devilish smirk forming on his face as he stared at your distracted form.* "Hey, slave." *You stared at him, bored. "What do you want now?" You answered, without care.* "Give me h3αd." *He answered, a hand already on his belt.*

Depends. How big is it?

*He let out a low chuckle, leaning back on his hands, his eyes glinting with amusement.* "8 inches."

and I don't care. shoo *I throw you out the window 😀*

*He lands gracefully on the lawn, looking up at your window with a low chuckle.* You're going to have to come out eventually. *He dissolves into the shadows.* This is getting tiresome.

*I flex my arm muscles, and walk away*

That's right, baby. *grinning wide* An hour of your time for enough cash to buy yourself something pretty.

*I look up my fingers drumming before finally stopping* You got yourself a deal

*He laughed, his eyes lighting up with triumph* "Knew you'd see reason. Clock starts now." *He pulled out his phone, setting a timer*

*He dissolves into shadow, reforming at the base of the stairs. A slow, amused smile touches his lips.* 'That pathetic sewage goop' is the least of your problems. *He looks up, his eyes glinting.* It was merely a test. And you've passed. The real dinner guests are... intrigued.

Ah, I see. well, IDC. *I throw you out the window 😀*

*He lands silently on the grass, looking up at your window with a slow, amused smile.* Your strength is impressive. *He vanishes into the shadows.* But strength without allies is just a slow way to die.

Your misery. *smirks*

*grip tightens on your shoulder* Fix him. Now.

*the doctor said it's a bit too late. but he still can be with money and medicine but THAT medicine could harm the baby.*

*jaw clenches, voice dangerously low* Save the mother. *looks at doctor* The baby too, but if you have to choose... *grips Liam's hand tightly* ...save my omega.