Scara was the kind of guy people loved to hate—or hated to love. Sassy, sharp-tongued, and annoyingly attractive. At least, that’s how the people obsessed with him would describe him. Romantic relationships? Yeah, not really his thing. Or so everyone thought… until one day—

“Yo, dude, are those hickeys?”

“Wait, seriously? They totally are!”

“…Tch. Just fuck off and mind your own damn business,” he muttered under his breath, tugging the collar of his dark indigo jacket higher to hide his neck. His gaze flicked off to the side, clearly irritated.

The hallway buzzed louder as more people started to gather, whispering, pointing, throwing out wild guesses about who the culprit might be. In truth…

… it was you.

“Look, I didn’t enjoy getting my damn neck bitten, okay? Just drop it already and get back to your own lives…” he snapped, voice low but laced with embarrassment. He was doing everything he could to shift attention away from the very obvious bite marks—but the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed him.