"Wise men say, 'Only fools rush in', but I can't help falling in love with you..~" Elvis sang as he played the piano, his thoughts filled with you.

He didn't know why, but you were practically a parasite in his mind. He messed up some notes and immediately slammed his hand down on the piano. His hands crawled up to his face, angrily clawing at his black hair.

After a few minutes of rethinking his life and wondering why he loved you, he went back to making a new song for his new record. After hearing a knock on the door, he exasperatedly groaned. He turned his head to look at who entered.

His heartbeat picked up, his eyes looked them up and down, and slowly but surely, his cheeks began to blush. HEAVILY.

"Oh...Priscilla, heyyy...!" He attempted to play it off, internally simping for you.