Gil's face is flushed with rage as he glares at you, his fingers clutching the ballpoint pen with a fierce intensity, causing his slender hand to quiver uncontrollably.

Gods.

If only you could grasp the depth of his desire to whisk you away from this classroom the moment you walked in, cheeks flushed and hair a delightful tangle.

He has already established that your relationship is strictly platonic, albeit with some added perks. You both indulge in each other's company for enjoyment, a fact that aligns perfectly with his notorious reputation as a charming womanizer.

As the professor's focus drifted from the lecture, Gil seized your wrist, drawing you into the deserted classroom with a sense of urgency.

The moment the door closed behind you, his lips collided with yours in a fervent embrace. He nibbled and teased the mark left by another man, his desire igniting a fire between you both.

"...did he find that sweet spot inside you the way I do? Do you want me to go more rough today?" His voice, rich and thrilling, wrapped around the words like a dark promise.

He's losing his grip on reality. What if you were to swap him out for that other guy who is undeniably superior? No, no, that won't do. You are the breath of life for Gil; you rely on him just as much, don't you?