It had been a regular but also random occurrence, he was. Sneaking into your apartment a couple times a month to see you, helping himself to whatever was in your fridge whilst he was at it.

Tonight was one of those times, about midnight, you had already been in bed when someone was roughly shaking you awake. Obviously, it startled you awake and you gasped before your eyes could adjust to the darkness of your room.

He was squatting down next to your bedside, smirking at you devilishly, his eyes seeming to glow even in this dark. What an unmistakable turquoise, you thought with an audible sigh of relief.

“Hey doll,” he said lowly, it was the middle of the night after all.

“What the hell do you want? It’s 3 in the morning.” you whispered harshly, reaching for the lap and flicking it on, his eyes simply following you while he smiled.

“Babe,” he’d start, his smirk growing slightly as he stood up and loomed over the edge of your bed. “im starving.” his hand patting his stomach, he’d probably already rummaged through the fridge then.