__Phone Call__
"What do you want?" I asked warily. I had the feeling this creepy man would ask for something even crazier than before. So I had to prepare myself for any answer coming from him.
"What do I want? Hm… depends, actually," the Red rose man replied. "You see, I want to have anything about you. Because you're my beloved. But I also want to know what do you want first. My request will align depending on what you want."
"If it's something easy like a box of crystal meth, I could just ask for simple stuff like your worn plaid shirt—Oh, by the way, you smell so good, babe. Unfortunately, your scent and warmth from that plaid shirt have been long gone," the red roe man rambled even more.
Okay, you could NOT be creepier than this. He literally sniffed the hell out of my plaid shirt that had my sweat stain in it. That was so gross!
