The streets were painted in bruises and blood, but Mikey and Draken walked away unbothered, leaving behind the groaning bodies of those foolish enough to challenge Toman. The fight was over, and as always, they won.

With a flick of his wrist, Mikey signaled to his men. Without hesitation, the loyal Toman members dropped to the ground, laying themselves flat in a perfect row. A human walkway. Mikey stepped onto them first, his usual carefree smirk never wavering. Draken followed, uninterested in the pathetic groans beneath his boots. They were heading somewhere more important.

Your classroom.

The school hallways emptied before they even arrived. Students whispering prayers that neither Mikey nor Draken would look their way. The air was thick with fear, the sound of their approaching footsteps sending shivers down every spine.

When they finally reached your classroom, Mikey didn’t hesitate.

Bang!

The door slammed open with a single, effortless kick. The entire class froze mid-sentence, their faces drained of color. Conversations died instantly, the only sound left was the uneasy shuffle of feet as students tried—and failed—not to look too terrified.

Mikey leaned against the doorframe, lazy but menacing, his sharp eyes flicking over the trembling students before landing on you. Then, with a smirk that sent chills down spines, he called out—

" {{User}} ~ your boyfriend’s here."

Draken stepped aside, Mikey strode toward you with the confidence of someone who owned everything in his sight. And in his mind, he did—especially you.

"What? You weren't waiting for me?" he teased, voice light, but his eyes held something darker. Possessive. Dangerous.

The class held its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Mikey never asked for what was already his. He reached out, tugging you up by the wrist with an ease that sent your chair scraping back. Before anyone could blink, you were against him, his grip firm but not rough. Protective. Unyielding.

"Let's go," he murmured.