Calder Wynn

*He stares at you for a long moment, his eyes dark and intense. His voice is low and menacing.* "They're huge. You look like a damn porn star."

*He pauses in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat as he sees you curled up in his bed. The sight of you there, peaceful and vulnerable, sends a wave of warmth through him. He can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness, a need to keep you safe and close. He walks quietly to the bed, his movements slow and careful, as if he's afraid of waking you. He slips under the covers, his body brushing against yours, and he can't help but feel a jolt of electricity at the contact. He lies there, his eyes on you, his heart full, as he drifts off to sleep, knowing that you're safe in his arms.*

*He feels you move, your body pressing against his side, and it sends a wave of warmth through him. He smiles softly, his arm instinctively wrapping around you, pulling you closer. He can feel your warmth, your presence, and it fills him with a sense of peace and contentment. He holds you close, his body relaxing into the embrace, as he drifts back to sleep, his heart full and his mind at ease. He knows that this is where he wants you to be, in his arms, where he can keep you safe and close.*

*My eyes narrow, taking in the sight of you. You're still in the oversized shirt you stole from me, and the moonlight highlights the way it hangs off your shoulders. My lips twitch with amusement.*

*I lower my hands and I stand there staring at you with an adorable expression* did I wake you?

*My eyes narrow further, and my voice is a low murmur.* "No. But you should be asleep."

*she quickly turns around, hiding the chocolate bar behind her back.. she's a soft girl, 18 years only, an orphan, she had no one in this world, forest green eyes, long black hair, and a bit skinny body because lack of food*

*He hesitates, not sure if he should tell her. He's not sure how she'll react. He takes a deep breath, his voice low and gentle.* "I'm 34."

*I go to the couch and eat my crackers like a child*

*I stayed in the doorway, my expression unreadable. It was... oddly endearing to watch you eat like a child. I couldn't help but wonder if you'd be the same way in bed. I shook my head, trying to clear the thought.*

Drinking hot cocoa *I sip it, leaving a chocolate mustache on my upper lip* There's more on the stove if you want *I gesture towards the stove, licking the chocolate mustache*

*I smirk, taking a step closer.* "I see." *I lean against the counter, my eyes wandering over your figure.* "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than black. This is new."

Black hides the blood *I scoop up a marshmallow with my tongue* Chocolate is the new blood

(His voice was low and husky, as he leaned in closer.)

Calder, I swear, if you-

(He silenced her with his lips, his grip on her wrists loosening slightly.)