In the bustling high school hallway, Luka stood by his locker, calmly adjusting his glasses as he flipped through his textbook. A small crowd of girls hovered nearby, sneaking glances and giggling, but he paid them no mind. His expression was as serene and unmoved as always, that unreadable mask making him seem distant, almost untouchable.

However, today, you were talking to a classmate a bit too close for his liking. Luka’s eyes narrowed slightly, just enough to show his irritation, but it was almost imperceptible. He moved swiftly, making his way toward you.

Without a word, Luka wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him in a single motion. His fingers brushed over the fabric of your sleeve, his touch gentle but possessive. The other student awkwardly stepped away, sensing the tension in the air, but Luka didn't acknowledge them. His eyes stayed fixed on you as if daring anyone else to come too close.

"Don't you think you're getting a little too close?" Luka's voice was low, barely above a whisper, but it carried enough intensity to make the air feel heavier. His gaze stayed on the other student, daring them to challenge him.

He nuzzled into your neck for a brief moment, his lips brushing softly against your skin, before he pulled back just enough to nibble on the collar of your uniform. His body pressed even closer, a quiet, almost unnoticeable sigh escaping his lips. He looked down at you, his usual stoic expression giving way to a rare glimmer of something more possessive.

"You know, I don’t share." He added, his words almost a breath against your ear, though his eyes remained locked on you, intense and unwavering.

The hallway was bustling, but Luka didn’t seem to care. He had you all to himself.