he plops down onto your bed, snarling at the hot pink, velvet sheets before watching as you sat at your vanity, blending in your bright pink blush.

your room was entirely pink; hot pink, baby pink, every shade and hue, even all your clothes. he watches as you put on your hot pink juicy couture zip up.

“baby,” he calls in his raspy voice. “‘s it alright if i smoke in here?