lunabeeeeeee

[lunabeeeeeee]

warnings: gooning, pinning, slight unrequited love, stalking (?), general weirdo behavior, not proof-read :(

he was a fucking loser.

he had seen her like once at the store. went inside the gas station for a snack run one night and there she was. brown skin, eyes, kinky hair, full lips, and round ass. of course, he found people attractive in public, but she was different, especially in the area he resided in. she noticed his presence and smiled his way, gathering the rest of her items. he went to get his usual and tried not to stare but he couldn't help himself, she was hot as fuck.

every time he'd look away, he got right back to eye fucking her. he wanted to know who she was, where she lived, everything.

eventually she went to pay for her stuff so he quick got his shit and walked briskly to the counter. standing behind her was even better. she smelled so fucking good and she was so much shorter compared to him. he thought about how he could just pick her up and do whatever he wanted. in a daze, he realized that she was done and leaving, again turning to smile at him. fuck.

he paid for his shit and was on his way, except the encounter with he never left his mind. he jerked off almost every day just thinking about her alone, not to mention the pretty black women online that looked similar to her. he fantasized about what her pussy looked like, tasted like, felt like. how nicely her ass would fit in his large, calloused hands while she rode him. he had never cum so much from just one thing, one person. he was fucking whipped and he knew it, but he didn't care. he didn't even care if someone found out; he just wanted the relief that was her. her body, her smile, her voice, her brain. he was obsessed.

he ended up ordering a pocket pussy that perfectly matched her. he waited impatiently for it to arrive, and when it did, he completely destroyed it. he was so desperate, calling out for her - fuck he didn't even know here name, but he had a few pet names that sufficed. baby, angel, princess. begging. it was all for her. the positions that he wanted to do, he'd literally do her anywhere. pound her brains out in the bathroom of the goddamn gas station, he did not care.

several months later, he saw her again. his heart pounded out of his chest. he had to know who she was. at the same gas station at night, he was so stupid he didn't think to come back? he approached her, throat dry, eyes heavy from sleepiness and lust, hands clammy, but he kept his composure.

he asked for her name, asked if he could get her number, and take her out somewhere nice. he was usually the one that people wanted to ask out, but he'd always decline. he didn't think he was fit for long-term relationships, so he would never ask and never accept.

she smiled again, his nervousness went straight to his dick. teasing him a bit by implying that he was stalking her. he got red - how did she know? she laughed and grabbed his phone, putting her number in it and handing it back to him. her gaze lingered a bit longer before she went to walk to her car. he had to wait it out a little longer.

they texted back and forth for a few weeks, getting to know each other. her name was angel, it fit her so much. she was perfect. their first date was at a small restaurant on the other side of town closer to her apartment. he could not staring, and she took notice.

"i think you might have a staring problem," she chuckled but he could care less.

"you're beautiful."

did he really say that out loud?

she laughed again, but he could tell she was a bit nervous by his comment. once they ended their date, he drove her back to his place. she invited him in for a drink, talked a bit more, then got bolder. she placed a small kiss on his lips, wanting to see how far he would go, and it lit him like a spark. she was off her feet and against the wall immediately, his hands roaming her body and mouth glued to hers. he moaned like a whore, he needed this.

they quickly made it to her bedroom and placed her in a mating press. even more intimate with no condom, but she was fine with it. however, she did not realize just how much he wanted her. with ever thrust, his cock rubbing against her delicate walls and hitting her spot that made her moan for more made him confess.

"mmm-fucking need you, angel. been wanting to fuck you since i first saw yo-u- fuuuck. you're mine... been driving me crazy, uh, n'now i get to breed you properly."

god, he made her so wet. he fit so perfectly inside her, she'd never let him go either.

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warnings: squirting :>

"You look pretty with my knuckles in your cunt."

Kai was currently fingering you roughly in his room, your ass on the edge of his bed with him kneeling between your brown legs.

The comment made you reel, his bluntness always formed a warm pit in your core. And the way his eyes lingered on you, it made you nervous in a way that longed for his presence.

You felt close.

Trying to keep your moans to a minimum, it was hard when he was pounding you with his hands. Your small grip on his wrist, not wanting him to stop, but overwhelmed by the feeling. It felt amazing, and you wanted to cum soon, but you were scared that you would end up squirting. The wet squishing noises filling the room like a filthy song.

You hadn't done it in front of him before, this was about the third time that you both had sex. However, you were still embarrassed at what he would think.

While him being blunt was sexy, you also feared when it would be insulting as at times he could come off as rude to others without meaning to.

You were holding back, trying your hardest not to let go, yet he could tell. Your face had twisted into a mix of pleasure and worry, turning him on.

"Cum... I know you have to. I can feel it."

A few more pumps, and you fell apart. Your juices had covered his hand, wrist, and a bit of the bed. After finishing, you quickly tried to pop up and apologize, but a tattooed arm prevented you from doing so.

"Where you goin', angel? You need'da do that shit in my mouth next."

You wouldn't leave his room for a while.

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warnings: friends-with-benefit relationship, degrading, smutttttt

mean!fwb who makes you get on your knees and cums on your face and glasses while degrading you.

mean!fwb who pounds into you after he catches you crying in your apartment because of your low self-esteem. of course he has the keys to your apartment, and you have keys to his. he doesn't understand why you let people get to you, he thinks you're hot. yet he's making fun of you while he's coated in your slick for being "fuckin' desperate."

mean!fwb who circles around inside your cunt with two fingers, in and out. his other hand is tightly around the wheel of the steering wheel. you had asked him if he could drive you to class and this is how you had to repay him for "wasting" his time.

mean!fwb who fists his dick to revealing pictures he's taken of you.

mean!fwb who swears that he won't do anything bad while showering with you, but it always ends with you stuttering against the wet, colored tiles.

[lunabeeeeeee]

warnings: choking, angst </3

she cried, tied against the tree in the freezing temperature. the bark rubbed into her back as she writhed against the rope. aaliyah bored her eyes onto the human in front of her. she wanted to rip her apart and devour her - but she also wanted to kiss her softly, hold her. it frustrated her, she hated this human feeling, love, no attraction. it was only attraction, nothing else behind it. but when she saw her cry more, struggling like a lamb in a bear trap, it hurt. she also hated how scared she was of her, how she saw her as a monster. no, that's what she's meant to see her as, nothing but a - monster.

a clawed hand reached out across the air, pinning the fast-beating neck against the bark. the human whimpered at the impact. she just wanted to go home.

"shut the fuck up" she demanded, she wasn't asking, and her tone indicated that she wasn't going to say it again.

the human turned her head, trying so desperately from trembling under aaliyah's grip. to not show her weakness anymore than she did. but she couldn't help it, it was too much. aalyiah was worse than what she could ever imagine.

aaliyah's grip loosened a bit, allowing to human's airways to be cleared, but she still held firmly. she motioned for the human to turn her head with fingers at the side of her jaw. ever so slightly, the human could see the conflict on aaliyah's face. confusion? hesitancy? a flicker of lust? she was unsure, she wasn't sure of anything.

suddenly, a warm pair of lips were placed upon hers. melting in her kiss, she let out a slight moan, confused and aroused at the sudden sensation. was this what she wanted? aaliyah deepened the kiss, pulling more moans from the human. fuck, she needed this, even if she would never admit it. she needed the human, she needed hope.

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nothing new, but why can't black women and black fems in general be more widely depicted in spicy art 😭

[lunabeeeeeee]

this Halloween, I wish for sexy music and men in masks :)

[lunabeeeeeee]

warnings: drunkenness, angst, heavy self-deprecation by reader!!!

She hid in an empty room upstairs, trying to get away from everyone. Too much noise made her anxiety flare up, she wondered why she agreed to even come. She stood, back against the door, taking deep breaths to calm herself. It was hard, she couldn't stop thinking. She didn't want to be there, didn't want to be seen. She wanted so desperately be invisible.

It wasn't working, her brain keep going, mocking her. She's a loser, useless, ugly. So stupid, hated feeling this way. She wanted to crying, she was crying. Literally nothing happened, no one said anything, did anything. These thoughts just always pop up. She hated herself, loathed her existence.

Now, she was full on crying. Apart of her deep down always felt this way, yet it always seemed to pop up at the worst of times. Mostly when she was alone.

Did anyone see her come in her, wondering where she went. If anyone did notice, she knew it was impossible to stop crying. She was sitting on the floor now, wiping her tears. She felt so pathetic. She wanted to go home, isolate herself for a while.

She berated herself, whispers of the worst things that she'd say. If her friends knew how she really felt about herself, her looks, personality, personhood, they'd be shocked. But to her, everyone viewed her that way, she was just the only one who'd say it out loud.

The knob above her turned as she felt a slight push against her back.

Someone was coming in.

In the calmest voice she could muster, she said, "I'm in here, I'll be out in a minute." It was a bit shaky, but she hoped whoever it was bought it.

"Why are you in there by yourself?"

No.

It was him.

Out of all people, why is he at the door?

She had to come up with an excuse to make him go away.

She had to come up with something quick.

"I'm was using the bathroom."

A pause. She hoped that he had left, she was already embarrassed.

"Lemme come in."

He sounded, different.

His voice was a bit softer, like he was talking to someone he cared for. The few times that she heard, he didn't even speak to his friends like this. She didn't understand. In passing, he didn't even look her way, nonetheless speak to her.

"Please."

Please?

Against her better judgement, she slowly opened the door. His face was calm, was he — ?

"I was looking for you," he said, letting himself in.

He was already way too close to comfort. It seemed that the concept of personal space was foreign to him. At the distance he was at, she could smell the alcohol.

"Why?" she questioned. What was he looking for.

"I wanted to see you," he paused and a small, genuine smile formed on his face.

He stared at her, holding onto eye contact that was too uncomfortable for her. Heavily-lidded eyes indicating his intoxication, and in a calm voice, "Y'look pretty."

Her throat tightened. She hated this feeling, it made her anxious. What the fuck was he joking like this for? He wasn't stupid, he was just drunk and being an ass. But, the way he looked her at her. She'd never seen him look at anyone like that. His drunken smile and lowered eyes, it made her nervous. She felt warm with embarrassment and broke eye contact.

Then, he grabbed her waist and got closer to her. His face next to hers. She screamed internally. He was going to kiss her, she had to get way.

She shifted her body backwards, halfway across the room. They looked like strangers. A frown tugged on his face, not one with anger, but disappointment. His brows furrowed.

Seeing him like this made her hesitant. Before this they had no real relationship, yet she felt bad for pushing him away. Why not?

[lunabeeeeeee]

warnings: bullying, semi-public sex :3

The disgustingly loud plap echoed throughout the empty classroom. And with each plap, there was an equally disgusting squelching that accompanied it.

"Ngh, p-please. Slow... down," She moaned, tightening around his sloppy thrusts.

He had her placed on top of a desk pushed across the back end of the room. Her ass on the table with her knees pressed up to her chest, legs wide. Her cute mary-jane platforms jerked in the air as a response to to fucking. A large-sized hole has been ripped in her stockings, allowing easy access to her cunny :(

All he had to do was lift her brown, plaid skirt that was too short for anyone's eyes other than his. By now, her glasses had slid down to the bridge of her nose, her big doe eyes looking up at him while he pounded into her.

"Don't be so fucking loud or I'll stop," He whispered into her ear.

She tried, she really did, but it was so hard to contain her moans. She had never done anything like this before. She had never tried semi-public sex. And the way that he looked down at her could make her wet alone.

He had used his large hand to hold on to the top of her head for stability, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. Her pretty, coily bangs flattening down on her forehead. He loved her natural hair.

Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. He stared at her, smirking at her helpless expression.

"Wait... I wan' you to keep... going."

When did it become so hard to talk? Was she already cock drunk?

"You want me to keep going? I thought you wanted me to slow down?

Her glossed lips pouted, nodding her head yes. She wanted more, she felt so empty without him.

"Please."

"Please what? Use your fucking words. What do you want?"

She hesitated, not used to having bad words in her mouth. But, she had no other choice and gave in.

"Please... fuck me." She looked up at him, big eyes that sent shocks straight to his dick. She was so fucking pretty.

"Mhm, that's what I thought. You love being my fucktoy, don't you?"

Before she was forced to answer again, he slid in, earning a whimper from her parted lips.

Picking up the pace, one hand hooked under her left leg, he snaked his free hand under her white turtleneck. Raising it up to her face, he motioned for her to put the loose fabric in her mouth. She obliged, not wanting him to stop. Then, he pulled her bra down to her stomach, freeing her cute, small breasts. The way they bounced when he rammed into her walls would be burned in his memory forever.

"I bet you love being a slut. God, you are literally being fucking pounded in our chem class, and here I was thinking that a good girl like you would never do anything like this. What would people say if they saw your bully balls deep in your cunt after lecture? What would people say if they saw the fuck stains all over that pretty little skirt? Would they view you the same, hmm?"

With those words, she released the pleasure knot in her bladder, squirting on his ripped jeans and the table. She couldn't even worry about the mess she'd have to clean up, she was officially fucked out. He watched her for a bit, taking in the sight.

"Goddamn you're a good fuck. You better be here after class tomorrow, or I'm ignoring you for the rest of the fucking semester, needy whore."

With that, he zipped his pants, grabbed his backpack, and left the room. But, before he left he made sure to snap a quick picture of her sprawled on the table. He'd jerk off to that later tonight while using his dark brown skin-toned fleshlight that perfectly matched her complexion and panties he'd stolen from one of their previous quickies. She'd never know that though.

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warnings: bullying, fighting, violence, angst with comfort, mentions of blood.

Voices.

There are voices coming from everyone, how fast did everyone get here?

A large crowd enshrouded the two figures. One figure tall, the other small.

She just wanted to go home.

School had ended an hour ago, why won't he let me leave?

"...I said I'm fucking talking to you, are you fucking stupid?"

Oh no, people are laughing.

He walks closer, getting into her face.

"No-one wants you here. No-one likes you. I told you the first time, but you're too fucking stupid to understand. Transfer. Leave."

Stinging. The sensation of a tightened throat and wet tears forced to emerge. She wanted to leave. She needed to leave.

"Fucking push her in!"

A disembodied voice. Who said that? Who is she? Had she heard that voice before?

Then, a hard shove.

Pain spread across her legs, she had skinned her knee on the way down. Why her? What did she do?

No time to think, just embarrassment.

Laughing, and laughing, and laughing. Crying, and crying, and crying.

Blood. Brutal punches. The impact threatened to break bones. Bones were broken. Fear and surprise.

He had been overwhelmed with a much larger form. It's... him? What is he doing?

Wait. He's going to kill him!

Frozen in fear, what could she do? They were both stronger than her. The crowd was silent. Staring. Unmoving.

No-one said anything, no one tried to help.

Oh god, is he dead?

Blood. Everywhere. Concrete. Shoes. Forehead. Hands. Bruised knuckles. Clothes. Hair. Everywhere.

Pure rage, never seen anything like it. It scared her. To the core, it scared her.

Then, clarity.

Another figure pulled him off. Genevieve.

Oh no.

He is going to get in trouble. He is going to get expelled. He is going to-

My fault. My fault. It's my fault.

He'll hate me now.

The assault had ended.

The other figure still on the ground. Dead? Not dead, just passed out. He nose looks broken from here. I've got to go.

Shaky legs erect. Running. Falling, can't run. Then, big hands lifted soft skin into arms. Warm, smells good. Comfort. She was scared, but she was comforted. She liked being moved by him.

Inside, it is cool and bright. Brighter than outside. The darkened sky indicated the storm that threatened to come, but it never did. The classmate that indicated torture that threatened to come - but it never did.

She needed to get down. To run away. She wanted her legs to move faster than her brain, but she was captured. Strong grip.

Eventually, they had made it to the bathroom. An elongated ottoman placed on the outside. He sat down there, with her; covered in drying blood. Not his. Maybe only his on his knuckles.

"I'll get some paper towels and band-aids for her knees." A femme voice spoke. Genevieve left.

She should leave, get down. Transfer and never come back, like Noah had said. But - but he opened his mouth. Too late.

He lightly placed her on the ottoman. Knelling in front of her surveying the damage on legs. Worry in his brows.

"I would have killed that fucker if Genevieve didn't pull me off."

Hands went towards soft skin.

Words. Words. Threats. Why?

Caressing the wound. Ghost touches. Ghost touches, but it still stung.

His eyes. His piercing glinting from the overhead lights. So pretty. He is so pretty when he looks at her like that. She savored when he looked at her like that. Does he know that? Does he know that she desperately wants to be with him? He probably hates her. Maybe if she leaves, the hurt will lessen.

Tears.

"Fuck - you're crying again. Com'ere"

She couldn't stop, but he embraced her anyway.

A pause - then,

"Do you hate me?"

Shakey voice, complemented by unfiltered tears.

Taken aback, furrowed brows. A scoff. Oh no, is he angry with her?

"No, I don't fuckin' hate you. Why would I hate you? That piece of shit hurt you."

Another pause. Why was she so bad at talking? So awkward.

"I don't know - what if you get expelled? It would be my fault because-"

"You don't need to worry about that. I'll handle it."

Her gaze was back on his pretty face. When had she looked down at the floor?

Hands through hair. A sigh.

By now, Genevieve was back. She looked worried too.

Cool paper towels and band-aids on skin. It still stung, but it was better. It was better because he was here with her.

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warnings: slight angst???

Drunken Rambles Pt. 2 <3

Kai was no lightweight.

Whenever there was a party, he would come up with the most idiotic drinking games, often roping in Ben and occasionally Daniel. He'd drink without restriction, but he'd never lose control and get shitfaced. After a while, he began to gain a reputation for being able to hold his own.

However, on this particular night something was different. He had gone beyond his typical limits, downing drink after drink until he reached the point of no return. His mind was muddled and his body weak from intoxication.

Disoriented and drunk, he stumbled through the dimly lit house until he found himself in the kitchen, drawn by the faint scent of food. As he stood there in a daze, he caught sight of her grabbing a late-night snack before heading back to bed. In his foggy state, his judgment was impaired and he carelessly invaded her personal space without any clear intention or motive other than his drunken impulses.

She turned around, her dark curls swishing against her neck. Her heart fluttered nervously, a slight blush creeping across her bronzed complexion. She tried to appear nonchalant, her eyes flickering over him before settling on his face.

"You look pretty," he snorted, his words laced with alcohol and amusement. Her stomach dropped. She didn't know this side of him, the one who would say whatever came to mind. She quickly tried to redirect the conversation.

"I thought you were going out tonight?" She questioned him with a gentle smile, hoping to steer the conversation away from his drunken antics.

"Nah, my truck's fucked so I ended up getting wasted here instead," he shrugged. "But it's not all bad, at least I get to look at you. He paused for a moment, staring into her orbs, "You do have a very kissable face."

She shifted on her feet uncomfortably as he openly ogled her. His tone was different from his usual self - bold and unfiltered. She knew he would never talk to her like this sober.

"Don't give me that look," he chuckled, sensing her discomfort. "I didn't say anything bad." She couldn't help but look at him shyly. It wasn't what he said that bothered her, it was the fact that he was saying it while under the influence.

"No, it's not that," she replied, her voice trailing off. "It's just that when you're drunk, you tend to say things that you don't really mean." He raised an eyebrow challengingly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Says who?"

As the liquor flowed freely, it became apparent that tonight would be a night of unpredictable conversations.

She nervously twisted her fingers together. Despite her knowing that he was under the influence, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort at his pointed statement. She couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious. She wondered if she should stay and endure this awkwardness, or make a quick exit?

He stared at her with glassy eyes, his expression blank and unreadable. Before she could make a decision, he spoke again, the intensity in his voice was clear.

"I wouldn't say anything at all if I didn't genuinely mean it. Just because I'm wasted doesn't mean I'm fucking stupid," he emphasized.

Flustered and caught off guard, she stumbled over her words. "N-no, that's not what I meant." He seized the opportunity to push her further, enjoying watching her squirm under his gaze.

"Oh really?" he taunted, inching closer until they were eye level. "I think you meant it," he smirked. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment as he leaned in even closer. He paused, contemplating his next move. She held her breath, unsure of what he would do next.

"Prove it to me," he finally said, breaking the silence.

"Huh?" she stuttered in confusion.

"Show me I'm wrong," He challenged. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out how she could prove him wrong.

"Kiss me," he cut her off, his voice low and husky. "And if I don't react, then I lied." His intense gaze held her in place, daring her to follow through on his request.

Before she could come up with an answer, he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against hers. Her heart raced as she waited for him to react or pull away. But instead, he wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss, melting into his embrace.

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warnings: drunk reader, self-deprecation

Drunken Rambles Pt. 1 <3

warnings: mentions of low self-esteem.

The night quickly became a blur.

A few hours earlier, Whitney's cousin, Savannah, decided it'd be a good idea to drag her to a random house party. Whitney was not exactly thrilled about the idea. All she wanted was to curl up in her cozy room and watch movies, far away from the chaos and unpredictability of the outside world. Reluctantly, she began preparing herself for what was promised to be a fun night.

Upon arriving at the party, Whitney found herself quickly separated from Savannah. Lost in the sea of unfamiliar faces and pulsating music, she eventually found solace in the empty kitchen. With a drink in hand, she attempted to ease her nerves and blend into the lively atmosphere. Little did Whitney know, she was about to discover just how much of a lightweight she truly was.

As the night wore on, Whitney's inhibitions began to fade away with each sip. It seemed as though the alcohol had a mind of its own, swiftly taking control of her senses. Before she even had a chance to comprehend what was happening, she found herself teetering on the edge of intoxication, her second red solo cup already drained to the very last drop.

As the night wore on, fate intervened, and she found herself colliding with a mysterious stranger amidst the lively chaos of the party. Realizing that she was completely shitfaced, he attempted to look for Savannah, but she was nowhere to be found. He decided it would be best to drive her home.

Confirming that she was comfortable with the gesture, he noted her address, and they began their descent out of the crammed space.

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She ascended the front steps of the cozy duplex, nestled amongst towering trees and greenery. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. Her body stumbled as she stepped inside, crashing into the floor and toppling a coat rack in her disoriented state. The noise caught the attention of Kai, who was standing in the kitchen. As he made his way over to her, she lifted her head up from the floor, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Kai! I didn't know you were still awake," she slurred, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"A nice guy from the party dropped me off. Remember? I was getting all pretty for it earlier." She gestured to her glossy lips, catching his eye. Her words stirred a sense of protectiveness. The thought of some fucker exploiting her vulnerability really got to him. Yet, in that moment, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked beautiful in that moment, even if she was stumbling and slurring her words.

"Kai," she snapped him out of his thoughts, "You're not saying anything." He eyed her carefully before crouching down to her level, his intense gaze meeting hers. By now, she had managed to sit up, cross-legged on the polished wooden floor.

"Wow," she mumbled, her drunkenness evident in every word. "I never noticed before but your eyes are really pretty. Has anyone ever told you-?"

"You're drunk," he stated bluntly.

"I'm not thaaaat drunk," she protested weakly, holding up her index finger parallel to her thumb.

"Bullshit," he retorted with a sigh. "I'm surprised you're even drunk, Angel." In any other circumstance, she'd tense up, but she was too intoxicated to register the pet name given to her. Rambling on incoherently, her gaze was fixed on the ground beneath her.

"I'm always stuck inside, never doing anything fun," she said with a bitter laugh. "But you told me I'm a buzzkill, so I wanted to step outside my comfort zone. And now look at me: drunk, making a fool of myself, and still a fucking loser." She glanced up, meeting Kai's lowered lids with a hint of desperation in her eyes. "You are able to do whatever you want while I'm just a drunken mess on the floor," she continued, pausing for a moment before blurting out her next words. "And on top of all that...I really like you. Like, a lot." Whitney's self-deprecation and unfiltered honesty caused Kai's discomfort to rise. He didn't want to hear any more of her ramblings. But before he could interject, she shifted the conversation back to him.

"Your eyes are so pretty," she beamed. "And your style is cool too. Oh! And you're really strong!" Her voice trailed off as Kai silently descended upon her, his intense gaze oscillating between a menacing aura and sheer indifference, piercing through her drunken haze. In an instant, Whitney fell into silence under his unwavering stare.

"Stop talking," he finally commanded in a low voice, rolling his eyes.