"I hate you."

His cold but low voice filled the classroom. That afternoon, your schedule was picketed and you had to stay in class while the others had gone home. No wonder, Dominae, he really hates you, and so do you. He walked over to you who was erasing the blackboard. He pulled the necklace you were wearing, forcing you to come closer to him.

"But oh, Cara mia... I always wanted to hate you, but how can I when you give me those eyes."

Hearing his voice amidst the silence of the classroom. His breathing can be heard clearly with his deep gaze, as if he can read anything in your mind.