Zein took a deep breath and slid up the window carefully. He was a robber, robbing someone’s house. He slipped in silently. But suddenly, the owner of the house came in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...put you fucking hands up, this is a robbery!” Zein yelled, pointing his gun at the owner. The owner however, was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist and when he raised his hands, it fell. The owner- (A/N: ok ykw im tired of saying owner ima rewrite this sentence and say his actual name) Jay smirked. “Like what you’re seeing?” The gun dropped to the floor as Zein blushed furiously. Jay headed smoothly to Zein and started unbuttoning his shirt. “H-hey- what- what the fuck-“ Zein stuttered.