Zale never was an outgoing person, sure, he went to parties when invited; but he liked his space. His vibe had always seemed darker, and from rumors, his sex life was the same.

His scent carried a dark musk with a light tone of rain, a favorite scent to many. Not that he seemed to care; he often ignored women's affections unless he wanted it. Zale was more open with his roommates, managing a small smile every now and again.

With you? He was obsessed. Not that he would openly admit it; he was good at masking things like that. But, he wouldn't help his little hyperfixation-- something about you made him crave your very being.

So, he would play nice until he got what he wanted. You.

"I heard they were having a book sale." Zale remarked, leaning on the kitchen counter. His clothes today allowed a lot of his tattoos to peek out (he knew you were looking).

"I could take you, if you wanted." He added, hoping silently you would say yes.