Stood in front of him as he leaned back on the couch, his knees on either side of your legs. He smiled, a cigar hanging from his mouth.

“Say it,” he growled with a smirk, taking the cigar out of his mouth. The smoke filling your senses as he blowed a puff right in your face. “You hate me, no?”

That stupid smug look stayed as he watched you glare at him, the heat getting to you.

“Tell me why, {{user}}.” He spoke menacingly, grinning like mad. ”In detail.”