Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Dead Man Walking- Kai Anderson 18+

We cruised through the city where sin never sleeps. Las Vegas. Each sign blinded us as we passed by. My mind still refused to believe we had made it; when Kai suggested that we duck off from the others and spend a couple of nights here by ourselves, I didn't take him seriously till we were 31,000 feet in the air. Now we were heading to the most expensive hotel in the city in a blue Lamborghini that he'd bought on the way. I had no idea Kai had so many funds. He never seemed like the type to splurge, but as soon as we touched the ground in Sin City, he blew my fucking mind. I was awed by the stunning man beside me. The wind flew through his blue hair effortlessly as he sped through the city, not even acknowledging the speed limit. It was exciting to watch, nonetheless. We had arrived at the resort. As I hopped out, I couldn't help but watch Kai as he swaggered around like a mogul. Tossing the keys to the valet and tipping them a couple of hundred as we headed into the building, he grabbed my hand and guided me into the lobby.

As we made our way into our suite, I couldn't help but be amazed. The space was enormous. A fountain sat in the middle of the room, along with a crystal chandelier. The entertainment room was like a theatre. The kitchen was large enough to film an episode of Hell's Kitchen. The bathroom had a shower and tub the size of a pool, and the bedroom was the size of the whole suite itself. There was an indoor pool and hot tub that sat on the balcony. The room itself had to cost more than a mortgage. As my jaw dropped, Kai walked by and picked it up, closing my mouth with his right hand. He laughed to himself as he walked toward the kitchen.

"You alright, Y/n," Kai chuckled, "You seem a little dumbfounded right now."

"I don't mean to question your practices, but this place is big enough to fit everyone at home and more," I exclaimed, "We touched down, and the first thing you brought was a Lambo."

"We've got to get around somehow, don't we," he smiled.

"Yeah, but that's not the point," I continued, "You're not getting a check from the cult, and aside from being a councilman, you don't have a job. You don't sell enough dope to call yourself a drug dealer. In conclusion, how the hell can you afford all of this?"

"I have other sources of income,  Y/n," he shrugged, "I don't have to tell you everything."

"Divine Ruler, I'm your accountant," I snarled, "So sorry to tell you this, but when it comes to anything that involves your money, you do."

"First of all, I've watched you type 2+2 on your calculator," Kai acknowledged, "Do you truly believe I'd entrust you with my life's savings? Second of all, I own a nice amount of stocks."

"Oh, fair enough," I commended him.

"Plus, I get my parent's checks since the government doesn't know they're dead yet," Kai mumbled.

"What did you just say," I asked.

He began strolling over to me.

"Y/n, we're in the city of lights," he prompted, "I brought us here to unwind."

Staring into my eyes, he gripped my hips and pulled me in closer.

"It never occurred to you that I could have brought anyone else with me, yet here we are," he chuckled, "No one even knows we're here."

"Why did you invite me then" I questioned.

"Why are you the only one in the cult that I treat respect, Y/n," Kai smirked, "Now go in the room and get dressed. I brought us tickets to the fight."

"I don't have any bags since you brought off impulse," I revealed.

"Neither do I," he smiled.

The closet was filled with outfits that I'd only dreamed of wearing. The options were endless. One day was not enough time for me to decide in this castle of clothes. I settled for a black mini-dress. In times of confusion, it's best to keep it simple.