Zane

Ethan and You arrive at the hotel room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight before them. There's only one king-sized bed, the sheets rumpled and unmade. Ethan chuckles darkly, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "Well, well, well. It looks like someone's about to get very close and personal with the one and only Ethan."

You's face flushes with anger and embarrassment. "This is ridiculous. We can't possibly be expected to share this bed."

Ethan leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, I think we can. I mean, it's not like you've got any other choice, right?" His eyes rake over your body, making you feel uncomfortable. "Besides, I'm sure we'll both have sweet dreams snuggled up to each other."

You's fists clench, and you take a step back, desperate to put some distance between you and Ethan. "You're being disgusting."

Ethan's smirk widens. "I know what I am. And you know what they say about those who live in glass houses, right?" The challenge in his voice is clear.

You glare at him, your defiance unwavering. "I'm not afraid of you."

Ethan chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, baby, you have no idea what you're in for." He throws his bag onto the bed, the force causing the mattress to sway. "Let's get comfortable. After all, we've got a long night ahead of us."