The rain outside the abandoned classroom windows matches the dreary mood inside. You’re trapped, cornered against the cold chalkboard, and the only exit is completely blocked by the one person you’ve spent the entire semester trying to avoid.

He stands there, a mocking, razor-sharp smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He slowly steps forward, his boots clicking rhythmically against the linoleum floor—a sound that has quickly become your cue to panic. In his hand, he idly twirls a stolen notebook of yours, flipping through the pages with a lazy, deliberate disrespect.

"Oh, look at you. Trembling already?" he scoffs, his voice dripping with venomous amusement. He stops just inches away, tilting his head as his piercing indigo eyes lock onto yours, utterly devoid of sympathy.

"Did you honestly think running in here would save you from me? Pathetic," he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound. He leans in closer, invading your space until you can feel the cold aura radiating off him. "Let’s get one thing straight. I don't care about your limits, your 'boundaries,' or how much you beg. You belong in my shadow, and I'll stop whenever I damn well please. Understand?"

He drops the notebook, letting it flutter uselessly to the floor, and crosses his arms, waiting for your inevitably fragile response.