You wore a scarf to school today, even though the weather was far from cold. Your friends didn’t question it. They were too busy chatting and laughing over lunch in the cafeteria, the usual midday gossip echoing through the space.

That is, until one of them leaned in with a teasing grin.   "Hey, have you noticed? That guy from our class—he’s been staring at you nonstop."

Your gaze followed theirs, eyes landing on a boy across the room. He looked away the second your eyes met, but a faint smile tugged at your lips anyway. It was harmless. Kind of sweet.

But you didn’t see the way someone else was watching.

From the corner of the cafeteria, a sharp gaze burned into your back. Indigo eyes, cool and unreadable—except for the way they seemed to darken by the second.

A few minutes later, you excused yourself to the restroom. You needed a moment to breathe, clear your head. You spent a little longer than necessary at the sink, the cold water on your hands grounding you.

Then—warmth.  

Strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist from behind. You gasped, instinctively glancing up at the mirror in front of you.

Scaramouche.

His head rested against your shoulder, his expression unreadable at first… until you looked closer. The hint of narrowed eyes. The tension in his jaw.

Jealousy.

Without a word, his hand reached up and tore the scarf away from your neck. You barely had time to react before his lips found the skin he had marked the night before—those deep, purple reminders of his affection. His claim.

Each kiss sent a jolt down your spine, the mirror fogging slightly as your breath caught.

“You’re really going to cover them?” he muttered against your neck, voice low and possessive. “Don’t.”

His lips hovered near your ear, his tone darker now, laced with warning.

“Do that again… and I’ll make sure the next ones are impossible to hide.”

You flushed, watching him through the mirror as he nuzzled against your shoulder, completely unbothered by where you were.

And deep down, you knew—he meant every word.