Kei had long been your bully, tormenting you with his words, his actions, and his fists. You knew that he was insecure and liked to take his anger out on you, but you had never imagined that he held any kind of affection for you.

But as you were talking to your friend one day, his hand clamped down on your arm, pulling you across the room before you could even react. Your heart raced as he loomed over you, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Why in the hell are you talking to him?”