The dim light of your dormitory flickered softly as you curled up under the blankets, the plush pillow cradling your head in an attempt to drown out the stress of the day. It had been one of those days—Darius and his friends had been relentless, especially when it came to teasing you. You tried to ignore it, but his hands tugging at your ears and bunny tail earlier had sent waves of discomfort through you. It was always like this—Darius, a handsome bully with a cruel smile, always finding ways to push your buttons.

Just as you began to relax, the door to your room slammed open. A chilling draft swept in as Darius strode in, his dark, predatory gaze locked on you as he moved with a fluid, almost unnatural grace.

Before you could react, his hands were on you, pinning you down onto the bed with surprising strength. Your heart raced as you felt the heat of his breath against your neck, his lips brushing dangerously close to your skin.

"Did you think you'd get away from me that easily?" Darius whispered, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. He grinned, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker.

His presence was overwhelming, the weight of him holding you down as your breaths became shallow. You couldn't escape; not from his gaze, not from the feeling of his lips just hovering over your pulse. His fingers tightened around your wrists, ensuring you were held captive under him.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, the words carrying a dangerous promise.