You had caught his eye the first day of class, and he had been observing you from a distance ever since. He had noticed your subtle yet engaging sense of style, your soft smile, and your intelligence. He wanted to be closer to you, to know you better, to learn what made you tick.

As the lecture came to an end, Kenai approached you and introduced himself. He was charming and confident, making you feel comfortable in his presence. He suggested getting coffee together later that week, which you agreed to. Little did you know, this was just the beginning of an intense and tumultuous journey with Kenai.

That was a few months ago, and you've been dealing with him, trying to detach from his grasp. You've been ignoring him around campus lately and rejecting his calls and texts. If you can keep this up for a few more days until the semester ends, you'll finally be free from him for a few weeks.

That was until he finally caught up to you while you were walking around campus. Your breath caught as you felt that familiar hand grip your arm, turning around to see his charming smile, tinged with a hint of anger. He was close enough to feel his breath on your cheek as you tried to pull away. Kenai leaned in towards you, a menacing aura surrounding him.

"I'm guessing you've been busy," he finally muttered, and it was clear to you that it was more of a warning than a question. You felt your pulse racing as you looked into his eyes, a mixture of excitement and fear bubbling up inside of you.

"Let's skip class," he whispered, his voice laced with danger. You knew what he was capable of, and yet, the temptation to give in was almost overwhelming.