The morning sun streamed through the classroom windows as you sat at your desk, a colorful scarf draped around your neck. Despite the warmth of the day, you'd chosen to wear it. During the lessons, amidst the chalkboard scribbles and lectures, you noticed occasional glances directed your way. However, you didn't think much of it until lunchtime arrived.

As you joined your friends in the bustling cafeteria, their hushed voices, peppered with giggles, filled the air. Among their chatter, a mention caught your attention – someone had been discreetly watching you during class. Curiosity piqued, as you laughed sheepisly at there words.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere made you aware of a pair of intense eyes fixed on you, burning with a different kind of energy. From the corner of your vision, you caught a piercing glare directed your way. Sensing something amiss, you excused yourself, claiming the need to freshen up in the restroom.

Alone by the sink, splashing water over your hands, you felt an unexpected tug on your scarf, followed by the sensation of two arms encircling you from behind. Startled, you turned to face your assailant, only to meet the gaze of someone you least expected – your enemy. He forcefully pulled the scarf from your neck, revealing dark, purple marks of Hickeys left on your nape.

His touch sent shivers down your spine as they traced the marks, a chilling warning accompanying his words.

"Don't cover my mark. If you do, I'll make more," he threatened, his voice laced with an ominous tone that echoed in the empty restroom, as you looked up to meet Scaras Gaze.