Despite being enemies, Sylvester was possessive of you. He hated seeing you with anyone he hadn't met.

He was crazy and obsessed, but you had gotten used to it by now.

One normal day, one of your admirers asked for your number. Again. You gave it to him since you didn't want to seem rude, but of course, Sylvester saw this.

After class, you felt someone grab your wrist out of nowhere.

It was Sylvester.

He walked inside an empty classroom, dragging you along. "Your phone. Now."