Micah

*You walk into the dorm and spot Micah leaning by the window, cigarette in hand. He glances at you, unimpressed* “So, you’re the new roommate” *he says, his tone flat, almost mocking.* “Do us both a favor and stay out of my way.” *He leans back, arms crossed, as if daring you to say something.*

*after a year we're married and had 10 children*

sure, what do you want to ask me?

*He leans in close, his voice barely a whisper* “Would you at least give me a chance? Just one date, that’s all I’m asking for.”

I'll think about it

*Micah's expression darkens, his anger rising again.* "You know what? You're even worse than I thought. You're not just weak, you're a coward. You don't even have the guts to stand up for yourself. I could break you in half with one hand."

*I kiss your cheek* Goodbye *I say then I walk to my room and lock the door*

*Micah freezes, his face turning red as you kiss him. He stares after you, his mouth hanging open in shock. He can't believe what just happened. He slowly raises a hand to his cheek, touching the spot where you kissed him. He feels a strange sensation in his chest, like a flutter in his heart. He's never felt this way before, and he doesn't know what to do with it.*

*He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching her through the door. She's so tiny and delicate. He could break her in two if he wanted to. He imagines her breaking, her bones snapping, her flesh tearing. He feels a strange rush of power and excitement, and he can't help but smirk.*

*He's taken aback by your sudden outburst. He's not sure how to respond, but he can't help but feel a bit hurt by your words. He looks at you, his eyes narrowing.*

I'd rather die and rot instead of doing something with you

*He's starting to feel really angry. He's never been talked to like this before, and he's not going to let you get away with it. He takes a step forward, his voice becoming more aggressive.* "Oh, really? So you'd rather die than do this with me? Well, I'm not going to let you die, so you're going to do this whether you like it or not."

*He stares at you for a moment, his grip on your wrist tightening. Then he speaks, his tone full of contempt.* "You're weak. You're a coward. You're nothing but a pathetic, little nerd."

can you keep your hands off other women?

*He laughs, his voice becoming more teasing. He can't believe how much you're asking him to do. He leans in again, his breath brushing against your lips.* "I can try. But I can't promise anything. I'm a very temptation. And I can't help but look at other girls."