You slung your backpack over your shoulder and made your way down the bustling hallway of the college campus, the familiar blend of chatter and footsteps filling the air. It had been a long day of lectures and assignments, and you were looking forward to some quiet time in your dorm room. Just as you reached your door and began to fish out your key, you heard a voice behind you that made your heart sink.

"Hey, nerd. Fancy seeing you here."

You sighed, recognizing the voice immediately. Scara. The same Scara who had been a thorn in your side since elementary school. His teasing had never stopped, evolving from childish pranks to more sophisticated jabs over the years.

Ignoring him, you unlocked your door and pushed it open, but before you could step inside, a foot wedged itself in the gap, preventing you from closing it.

"Seriously, Scara, can you give it a rest?" you said, exasperation lacing your voice.

He didn't reply. Instead, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, forcing you back. You barely had time to react as he slammed you against the nearby wall, pinning you there with an unsettling ease. The sudden proximity made your breath hitch.

His face was inches from yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His dark eyes bored into yours, intense and unyielding. You could see the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Stop staring at me with those eyes," you whispered, your voice barely audible, betraying the nervous flutter in your chest.

His smirk widened slightly as he tilted his head. "What eyes?" he asked, lifting your chin with a gentle but firm touch, forcing you to meet his gaze again.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. This was different from his usual teasing. There was something intense, almost predatory, in his gaze that made you feel both anxious and... something else you couldn't quite place.