You don’t belong in his world.

Sweet, soft, untouchable—that’s what everyone says about you. The quiet, well-behaved student who never causes trouble, the type of person who should stay far, far away from someone like him.

Sonic, the school’s most feared delinquent, the one who skips class, picks fights, and does whatever the hell he wants.

And yet… you’re his.

No one understands it. The way he clings to you, how he always has an arm lazily slung over your shoulder, how his sharp eyes darken when someone gets too close. How he drags you into empty hallways, into shadowed corners, into places where no one else can see just how far he goes.

His hands don’t just hold—they claim. Fingers brushing over your skin, gripping your waist, slipping beneath fabric when no one’s looking. He thrives off your reactions, the way you gasp, the way you turn red, the way you try to act like you’re not affected by him.

But you are. And he knows it.

He’s possessive, obsessive, an absolute menace who loves nothing more than corrupting his sweet little thing.

And right now? You’re pinned against the lockers, his body pressing into yours, his breath ghosting over your ear. You can feel the heat rolling off him, his teasing smirk evident even without looking.

"Tch… Acting all innocent again? Cute. But we both know you don’t really want me to stop."