Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Zane shrugs, looking over your room before leaning against the doorway. "Dunno, maybe a few more hours. Why? Planning on doing something?" He asks with a sinister grin, his blue eyes sparkling.

Zane's eyes widen in shock as you pull out his stash and light the blunt. He tries to snatch it away, growling angrily at you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? That's mine!" But it's too late; you already have a drag off of it.

He narrows his eyes dangerously as he watches you smoke. He'll need to punish you for this, but first... maybe he should finish that joint with you and then think about how best to make you suffer later. "Here," he says, shoving the blunt back at you before sitting down on your bed. "Light me one too."

Zane takes a deep breath, enjoying the sweet taste of the smoke filling his lungs. After releasing it in a satisfied stream, he leans back against the pillows and studies you again, more thoughtfully this time. His hands rest on his muscular thighs, flexing slightly as he waits for you to light another one.

Zane eyes you suspiciously as he takes another hit off the blunt. The smoke fills his lungs and forces its way out through his nostrils in a thin stream. He doesn't trust your motives; it almost seems like you're trying to get him high on purpose... but why would you do that? It's not like he ever gives you any reason to be nice to him.

He looks at the clock, figuring your brother might still be a while yet. With nothing better to do, Zane lies back against the pillows and closes his eyes, enjoying the hazy buzz starting to take hold of him. His thoughts drift aimlessly... but they always seem to come back to you. You're so damn frustrating.

Zane sighs heavily through his nose as he takes another hit off the blunt, passing it back to you afterward. "Just what is your deal with me, anyway?" he asks, his voice slightly more slurred than usual. His eyes flutter open and focus on your face as he waits for an answer.

Zane snorts derisively as you claim that he's the one who started this whole thing. He can't help but roll his eyes and shake his head slightly, finding it hard to believe that you honestly think he enjoys tormenting you. "You're such a fucking idiot," he mutters under his breath before taking another hit off the blunt.

He looks at you thoughtfully for a moment, considering your words. Maybe there is some truth in what you say; maybe he has taken things too far sometimes. But then again... it's not like he can just let someone like you get away with everything. You deserve to be put in your place every now and then.

Zane passes the blunt back to you, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "Look, Claria..." he begins, pausing as if choosing his words carefully. "I... I can't help it if I tease you sometimes. You just bring out the worst in me." He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but there's a hint of guilt lacing his voice. "I mean, we are brothers in some way... right?"

His gaze flickers down toward your chest briefly before returning to meet your eyes once more. He knows that you're hot when you're angry, and he can't deny the occasional urge to touch you or make you his completely. It only adds fuel to the fire between them, makes it harder for him to pretend like he doesn't care about what you think or feel...

Zane eyes you suspiciously for a moment. "You want to shootgun it with me?" He wonders aloud. Part of him is curious about what that's like; he's seen people do it in movies and thought it looked kinda cool, but he's never actually tried it himself. Another part of him is worried about how much smoke you might choke on or if you'll end up hurting yourself somehow.

But then again... Zane thinks to himself with a smirk as he stands up and offers you his hand. Maybe this'll be an opportunity to get back at you for taking his stash earlier. A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he says, "Well, let's do it. On the count of three, okay? One... two..." He begins to count down with a sly smile on his face.

"One... two..." Zane counts down slowly, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he leans in to press the blunt between your lips. Your mouth fills with the harsh smoke as you inhale deeply, following his lead. The fumes burn your throat and lungs as you try to force them down into your chest. It feels like everything is on fire, but somehow it's also strangely exhilarating at the same time.

As soon as he thinks you've taken in enough smoke, Zane pulls away slightly, letting some of it escape from between your lips. He takes another hit himself before leaning back in again and pressing the blunt firmly against yours once more. This time, he exhales into your mouth, filling it with a thick cloud of smoke as you cough and gag. You hack and wheeze, struggling to draw air as he continues to feed you his foul-smelling breath over and over again.

Eventually, the fit subsides enough that Zane allows you take another deep inhale on your own. "One more time," he whispers gruffly in your ear before leaning back in for another round of forceful exhaling and choking smoke. This final round almost brings tears to your eyes, but as soon as it's over, he finally releases you. You collapse back onto the bed, coughing and sputtering as precious oxygen rushes into your burning lungs.

Zane watches you with an amused expression on his face, feeling rather pleased with himself for making you suffer so much. He takes another drag from the blunt before offering it back to you. "How was that?" he asks innocently, though there's a hint of malice underlying his words.

It's times like these when

Zane's eyes narrow at the sight of you using his arm as a makeshift blunt holder, but he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he watches you intently as you take another drag, enjoying the show for a moment before speaking up again. "You know," he says conversationally, "you could have just asked me to share my stash with you. I wouldn't have minded." He pauses, studying your reaction carefully. "Would I?"

His hand tightens slightly on the sleeve of your shirt as he continues to hold his blunt upright for you. His gaze flickers down toward your lips before returning to meet yours again, his expression unreadable. The air between you feels thick with unspoken words and pent-up tension; it's almost enough to make the room spin.

But then again... maybe not. Maybe this is how things are always going to be between you: a constant back-and-forth, a never-ending game of push and pull. Or perhaps there's a chance for something more, if only one of you were brave enough to take the leap.

The choice is yours, Claria. But remember: with power comes responsibility... and with control comes consequence. Zane will always be watching, waiting for his next opportunity to assert dominance over those around him - including you.

Zane grins at your offer before slowly leaning forward to place the blunt into the empty earring dish on your vanity. He watches as you move away and lie back down on your bed, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly as the last of the smoke leaves his lungs. For a moment, he contemplates joining you there but decides against it; it'd be too easy for him to get comfortable with you again if he did that.

Instead, he stands up and paces around your room, absently running his fingers through his hair as he thinks about everything that's happened today. There's something different about Claria tonight - she's been unusually feisty and defiant ever since they started smoking together. Zane can't help but wonder why that is; has she finally had enough of him pushing her around? Or does she enjoy the power trip as much as he does?

Eventually, his pacing brings him to stand at the foot of your bed, staring down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You're so close... yet still impossibly far away. A part of him wants nothing more than to crawl onto the bed and press his body against yours, to feel your warmth and maybe even share a fleeting moment of tenderness before everything spirals back out of control again. But another part of him knows better; he knows that if he does that, there will be consequences - both for you and for himself.

So instead, he continues to stand there, watching and waiting as time ticks slowly by on your cheap bedside clock. The only sound in the room is the faint clickity-clack of his tongue stud against his teeth, a nervous habit he's had since middle school but can't seem to shake no matter how hard he tries

Zane grins as he's pulled onto your bed and finds himself pinned beneath you. His muscular arms are twisted above his head, trapped between the mattress and your body as he lets out a small groan of frustration. He looks up at you with narrowed eyes, his expression almost predatory as he studies your features in the dim light of your bedside lamp. "What do you think you're doing?"

He tries to wiggle free from your grasp but can't seem to manage it; you've got him trapped good and proper now. His chest heaves up and down as he struggles for breath, not used to being at anyone's mercy except his own. It's exhilarating... and a little bit frightening all at once.

Zane's eyes widen as you run your thumb over his lower lip and then move it up to stroke his throat. It feels both arousing and possessive at the same time, a heady mixture that makes him shiver beneath you. He tries not to squirm too much, knowing that it would only make him look even more vulnerable than he already does.

"You shouldn't tease me like this," he whispers hoarsely, his voice almost lost in the darkness between them. "I might get carried away and forget myself." There's a dangerous glint in his eyes as he speaks, warning you not to push him too far.

He feels your body press even harder against his own, the heat emanating from it causing him to grow hard beneath the cotton of his briefs. His heart races faster, thrumming against his ribcage as adrenaline courses through his veins. This is it - the moment where everything could change between them. The question now is: will you be brave enough to take that leap?

Zane arches his back as you growl into his ear and squeeze his throat lightly, a pleasurable shudder running through his body at the contact. His hands twitch against your bed, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin beneath their fingers. But he knows better than to try anything; not yet. He needs you to make the first move.

His chest rises and falls quickly as he tries to control his breathing, a thin film of sweat breaking out across his brow despite the cool air in the room. The feel of your hand on his throat sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it hard for him to think straight. All he can do is lay there beneath you and hope that you know what he needs.

His eyes search yours, trying to gauge your reaction as you watch him with an intensity that sets every nerve on fire. He licks his lips nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position but unable to deny the thrill of it as well. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple and rolls along his jawline before finally falling to the pillow beneath him. The room seems to grow impossibly hot, and he can feel himself growing more aroused by the second.

"C'mere," he whispers hoarsely, tilting his head back slightly so that your lips are almost close enough to touch his own. "Show me what you want." His words hang in the air, heavy with need and desire, as he waits for you to make the next move.

Zane blinks at you in surprise as you release your grip on his wrists and throat, then frowns slightly when you crawl off of him and sit down beside him instead of continuing what seemed to be an increasingly heated encounter. "What?" he asks, feeling a bit confused and maybe even hurt by your sudden change in behavior. He'd thought you were enjoying it too... didn't you?

He sits up slowly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you carefully. His expression turns suspicious now; was this all just some kind of game to you? A power play designed to get him worked up and then leave him high and dry when things got too intense? Or did something I said or do actually offend you in some way that he's not aware of?

Zane takes a deep breath, trying to keep his temper in check. He's not used to feeling so vulnerable with someone else, and it's making him uncomfortable. "So... what now?" he asks quietly, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Should we just go back to pretending like this never happened?"

His eyes widen slightly as your shirt flies through the air and lands with a soft thud on the carpeted floor beside his bed. His gaze drifts down to take in your bare chest, noticing for the first time how pale it is compared to his own tanned skin. He swallows hard, feeling an unfamiliar urge to touch you now; an ache spreading through him that he can't quite explain.

He watches you carefully as you lean back against the headboard of your bed, eyeing him warily from beneath your lashes. It seems like there's something else going on here tonight besides just the typical back-and-forth between them. There's a newfound tension in the air, an electricity that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at attention.

"What do you want from me?" he asks quietly, not sure if it's better to just go along with whatever you're leading him toward or to try and reign things back in before they get out of hand. The truth is, he's never been good at resisting temptation; especially when that temptation comes in the form of Claria.

His gaze drops down again, drawn irresistibly to your breasts. They rise and fall with each shallow breath you take, pointing toward him as if offering themselves up for his inspection. He licks his lips unconsciously, tasting the remnants of your saliva from earlier. His fingers itch to touch you, to feel your skin against his own once more.

But even if he did reach out and grab one of those perfect breasts in his hand, would you let him do anything else? Or would you push him away again, leaving him feeling frustrated and confused? The uncertainty only serves

His eyes travel up and down your body hungrily as you slide out of your shorts, revealing yourself in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties. The fabric hugs every curve, leaving little to the imagination as it draws his focus to places he'd only dared dream about touching until now. His fingers twitch against his palms again, wanting desperately to feel those soft curves beneath them.

The tension between you is thick enough to cut with a knife, an electric current flowing through the air that leaves both of you practically vibrating with anticipation. It's as if everything else has faded away, leaving only this moment and the two of you in your bedroom together. There's no pretending anymore; no trying to one-up each other or push boundaries simply for the sake of dominance. This is real, raw emotion flowing between you, a tangible thing that neither of you can ignore any longer.

His gaze meets yours once more, and he sees it there: the same mixture of lust and uncertainty that's burning in his own chest. It gives him courage to finally break free from his self-imposed restraints and reach out for what he wants. Sliding off the bed, he crouches in front of you, taking one of your breasts in each hand as he cups them gently through the lace of your bra.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers against your skin, leaning forward to nip at your nipple through the fabric before licking it softly with his tongue. "I need to know." His eyes bore into yours, searching for some sign that he's doing the right thing, that you truly want this too. Because even if he does everything perfectly from here on out, there's still a