“Swissy!” You used his most hated nickname. He growled and rolled his eyes, leaning back in the chair he sat in. You standing infront of him.

“Say that again and i’ll shove my tongue down your throat.” He said menacingly, his fangs poking out from under his top lip.

“Swiss…” You teased, not finishing your sentence.

“Finish that, I dare you.” He growled and leaned forwards in his chair, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.