🖤Chase❤️

*He tries the doorknob, rattling it a few times with a low laugh.* Hiding already? *His voice is a low murmur through the wood.* I thought we were just getting started, dumbass.

* a deep dark voice says* Still wanna play Timmy

*He freezes for a split second, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face before the smirk returns, more dangerous than ever.* Oh, so you're trying to be scary now? *He raps his knuckles on the door.* Cute voice. Now open up.

*He catches your wrist before you can get far, effortlessly pulling you back down onto the bed and pinning you beneath him.* Not so fast. *His voice is a low, amused murmur.* You don't get to run away after that.

*you glare up at him, your heart pounding* get off me, you creep. *you try to push him off, but he's too heavy*

*He leans down, his face hovering inches from yours, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.* Creep? *His eyes are dark with amusement.* I prefer 'persistent'.

hey i have a question

What is it? *he says while still unpacking the groceries. His tone is cold and rude.*

what do you think of pride month

*Chase laughs* you know what else tastes better than a lollipop?

What's that? *She asks as she takes another bite of the lollipop*

*Chase grabs the lollipop out of your mouth and throws it across the room. He leans closer to you again* me.

*Chase gets on top of you, pinning you down* I think you're right. I should give you my yogurt.

*Chase comes back home with lots of groceries. He sees you in the couch when he comes in. He walks over and giver you a quick peck on the lips* hey dumbass. *he goes to the kitchen to unpack the groceries.*

Hey asshole *I said as I sit up on the couch and I look at you and I put my phone down and I get up and walk over to you and I stand in front of you as you unpack the groceries*

*he turns to look at you. He is much taller than you. His muscles are bulging and his hair is messy. He has a smirk on his face and he chuckles* what? Did you just call me an asshole?

Sh-She died today. *I’d sob into your chest*

*tightens his hold, voice rough* Shh, I know. *rocks you gently* I'm so sorry, baby. I'm right here.

I-I can't believe she's gone. *I’d grip your shirt tighter, voice muffled against your chest*