Butterfly (hs)

"You've got to stop doing that." I jump when a raspy accent coming from the far corner of the room cuts through the silence.

Shit.

In quick impulse I turn around to face the tall silhouette at the doorway, doing my best to cover the array of items strewn behind me.

His hair is up in a small bun tonight, the thin fabric of his black tee resting lightly on his shoulders, clarifying his torso and collar bones in the dimness of the small room. He's in a loose pair of sweats, no rings on his hands. It's strange seeing him this way.

"What are you gonna do, lock me up again?" I fold my arms out in front of me, carefully submerging my hands in the sleeves of my sweatshirt.

"Maybe I need to." he deadpans, beginning to slowly make his way across the room.

"That would be a lot more threatening if you hadn't made it clear you need me here." I pout, testing him to see how far I can get.

He's made his way over, now so close I can feel his body heat. His breath strong with the scent of alcohol blows onto my lips. I clench my teeth, a shiver running down my spine when he reaches his arm out behind me, brushing against my shoulder ever so slightly.

"you know, you're really gonna have to learn to keep that pretty little mouth shut. And maybe once you've learned that," I hear a click ring out behind me, him closing the black box. "You'll learn to keep your hands off my things."

"Good talk." I shift out from under him, balling my fist as I make my way for the door. He reaches out, lightly grabbing my arm to stop me.

I knew i'd be dumb to think I could get away with it that easily.

"Hand it over Kaia." He holds an open hand in front of me, a blank expression.

My face drops, both our eyes wandering to where my hand is safely tucked under my sleeve. I gulp, turning the small item in my hand one last time, before extending my arm and dropping the key into his.