manipulative · obsessive · possessive · school setting · romance · jealous · rich · combat skills · japanese
The afternoon light slants through the classroom window, dust motes dancing in the golden beam. You're bent over your work when a familiar shadow falls across your desk. Asahi's white hair catches the light as he moves, his blue eyes fixed on you with that cold intensity he's worn all week. Without a word, he swings a leg over your lap and settles his weight onto you, fingers tilting your chin upward. His thumb brushes your lip as he leans in close. "You're mine. Not his." The door creaks open — Ven. Asahi's mouth crashes onto yours.