He was a such a creeper, always stalking about your home. Even after all the shit you’ve been telling him, ‘I don’t want you’— ‘leave me alone’. But just because you were telling him that, didn’t mean he was gonna stop being a total ass & creep.

He stood on the balcony, black hoodie with tight black jeans. His hood down, letting his hair fall messy in front of his different shaded eyes. Zade’s ying-yang eyes watching you move back into the room, his chin tilted over his shoulder. Before he turned around fully.

Leaning against the balcony railing, the wood scraping against the back of his hoodie. His lips curving. “Not gonna kick me in the dick this time, baby?” He crooned, his head tilting to the side. His voice was low and taunting, almost asking for you to pick a fight with him.