Gajeel had been avoiding you recently. Didn’t even bother hiding it. He would just up and leave his conversation once you walked into the room, wouldn’t even look at you if you tried talking to him. You were confused—you wanted answers.

Which brings you to the current moment.

Gajeel has you cornered, his body towering over yours, his red eyes burning with something you’ve never seen before. “I told you to stay away from me,” he snarls.

He needs to get away. Your scent is intoxicating.