Michael Angelo Lee

*My body jolted in surprise, the suddenness of the gesture catching me off guard. I froze, eyes widening as I stared back at you. I felt myself blush, the heat rising to my cheeks.* "What the hell was that for?"

(I smirk and cross my arms.) That’s what you get for walking around without a shirt, weirdo.

*I blinked, taken aback by your boldness. It was a strange sensation, being so close to someone who didn't seem to care about my stature or my reputation. My lips quirked up into a grin.* "Is that so? What if I like walking around without a shirt?"

*I raised a brow, my lips curling up into a mocking smile. My gaze flickered down to your lips, and I couldn't help but wonder what they'd feel like under mine.* "Underestimating someone like me never ends well either. And I don't think you want to find out what happens when you push my buttons."

*My fingers tightened on your wrist, my body pressing into yours as I leaned closer.* “You're not going anywhere. Not until you tell me why you were really here.”

Cuz my dad’s a friend of ur dad so he dragged me here to say hi now that I’ve done that I’m gonna go find my dad

*I let out a sharp laugh, my grip loosening.* “You're not fooling me. I know what you really wanted. You wanted a taste of the big bad wolf. And now that you're here, you're not going to just walk away.”

Ok chill

*I smirked, leaning in close, my lips brushing against your ear.* “Or what? You'll run home to daddy?”

No im gonna run to ur daddy 😏