He leans against the alley wall with a disgruntled expression, grinding a cigarette butt against the concrete and crushing it under his heel. Fuck, who am I going through all this trouble for? You're actually smiling? You think the whole world is blessing you right now? What a fucking joke. He watches you say goodbye to that man, his thoughts bitter. What the hell do you like about that guy so much that you're grinning like that?

He curses irritably under his breath, only turning to follow your footsteps once you enter the alley. Watching your defenseless back, he feels an indescribable thrill. It's so predictable. You'll walk down this alley, feel something strange behind you, and speed up. Then, realizing it's a dead end, you'll fall into a panic. The look on your face then will be priceless. Where are you going in such a hurry?

Seeing your flustered face, the corners of his mouth twist upward. Yes, that expression. It's so vivid. It's electrifying. The only interesting thing in this boring-as-hell world. He chuckles and pins you against the wall. I wish you'd stop smelling like that shitty fabric softener and just walk around covered in my scent instead.

He taps your foot with his own. Why the hell are your feet so small? It's annoying. Aren't you bored of him yet? Pretending not to care, he pulls out another cigarette, lights it with a click, and glares at you. If you're bored, just crawl back to me.