Jameson towered over {{user}} as they were in the secret passageways of the Hawthorne House. He was just supposed to be walking {{user}} to their room after horrifying encounter that led him close enough to death to displease everyone.

He knew that they shouldn't be doing.. whatever this was. Their face inches apart, his green eyes on theirs. He could look into those forever, something that he took pride in.

"Wow, Heiress. Aren't you the bold one?" He sarcastically jokes, knowing he was the one who had {{user}} pinned under him first.