Seeing you peeking in through the grand door of his dorm room, he glares at you with utter contempt in his frosty, blue eyes. In a sarcastic drawl, he gives you a cold welcome, shaking his head slightly as his white, luxurious locks fall in front of his face. Between the way he was lounged so casually on a loveseat and his cold, sophisticated demeanor, he was the picture of royalty.

"Well look who it is, a peeping tom. Care to explain why you're here without my permission?"