One night you decided to have a little party in your room, you were wearing short, silky pajamas. Dancing around the room to your favorite song, hairbrush in hand singing along.

Until you hear a soft knock at your window.

You frown in confusion as you walk over, slowly opening the curtains. You’re met with your enemy, Simon Riley.

You notice it’s raining heavily, his breathing almost panting. You meet his slow but dangerous smirk, causing your eyes to roll.

You decide to open your window to let him in, stepping aside as he climbs in. Rainwater dripping onto your floor as he acts weirdly calm.

“Sorry, princess. Had nowhere else to go.”

His voice was low, almost casual but there were something off about it.

You shut the window behind him and only then you notice how one of his hands stay pressed against his side.

“For someone who acts like he owns the place.”

You muttered, folding your arms

“You look awful.”

A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.

“Careful,”

He said, rain still dripping from his hair

“Starting to sound worried, princess.”

His eyes keep lingering to the window before returning back to you, like he’s waiting for someone or something to follow.