Ash

*He smirks, his eyes narrowing in thought again. He leans in even closer, his breath tickling your skin. He whispers in your ear.* It's 9 inches.

*He crosses his arms, glaring at you* You gonna go to the couch?

no I'm going in the shower

*He snorts* Good luck not dropping the soap.

*The door slams. Ash walks in, sweat still on his skin, board under his arm. He doesn’t look at u, just mutters* Tch. Still breathing, huh? *He kicks off his shoes, drops his board to the floor and pulls off his shirt, revealing his toned body like you're not even there* You got a staring problem? *he scoffs and sits down on his bed* Keep dreaming, that's all you'll get *He glances over, deadpan*

*She literally just minding her own business, headphones on, watching anime on her phone. Not even acknowledging him.*

*He stares at her for a moment, before snorting* You know, the way you sit there like a little kid watching cartoons all day, you're lucky you haven't been sent to the principal's office yet. *He says, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms*

Yeah, well, it's what I like. And what's with the "Ash" thing? Just call me Ash, not "Ash".

*He looks at you* I have a confession to make.

mhm

*He pauses* I'm not just a psychopath...... I'm a murderer.