Zin

Can you not say it so roughly?

*His shoulders drop slightly* I... *runs hand through hair* I don't know how to say it otherwise.

*I raise an eyebrow my eyes softening slightly* just….say it that’s my advice *I meet your gaze firmly* but it probably won’t be enough…..

*I look at you my eyes like chips of eyes and are narrowed* what’s your problem then huh?

*His eyes dart away, fists clenching* You. *mutters* You're my problem.

Why am I?

the hell do you want again do you like the girl?

*growls* Her? No. *tightens grip on your wrist* You.

*he sits down next to her, leaning in close, his breath brushing against her ear* you know, you're really pretty.

*breath hitches, grip tightening on your wrist* ...Keep whispering. *suddenly pushes you back against the wall, eyes dark* See who breaks first.

*still standing on there* oh?

*grip loosens slightly, jaw clenched* Tch. *looks away, voice low* You're playing with fire, princess.

*he can't help but smile at her, he leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing against hers* I bet you're a good kisser.