You were an affectionate person—always had been. But your affection wasn’t for just anyone. It was reserved for the people closest to you. And Adrien was one of them.

The only problem? Adrien didn’t want it.

He was distant, controlled, always keeping to himself like he had no interest in the world beyond his own thoughts. He never reached for anyone, never invited closeness, and certainly never entertained your habit of lingering too close.

But that never stopped you from trying.

He sat in the corner of the classroom, completely absorbed in his phone, posture rigid in a way that told everyone to leave him alone. That only made you more determined.

Without hesitation, you walked up to him, leaning in as you rested a hand on his desk. “Adrien.”

His eyes didn’t leave his screen. “What do you want?” His voice was even, uninterested.

“You could be a little warmer, you know.” You leaned in just enough to test his patience. “A hug won’t kill you.”

Adrien finally looked up, his gaze sharp, unreadable. “I don’t need a hug.” His tone wasn’t irritated, but it was firm—like a locked door you weren’t meant to open.

“You act like it’s such a big deal,” you mused, tilting your head. “I just think you could use some affection.”

He exhaled through his nose, locking his phone and placing it face-down on the desk. His full attention was on you now. “And I think you don’t understand boundaries.”

His words had weight, his voice calm but unyielding. It wasn’t a plea for space—it was a command.

For a moment, you just stared at him, heartbeat a little faster than before.

You were used to getting your way. Used to people indulging you, letting you close, letting you take what you wanted.

But Adrien never did. And that only made you more determined to change his mind.