The school halls fell silent when Kai and his crew appeared, their presence suffocating. Kai’s sharp eyes zeroed in on {{user}}, as usual. It was routine now—cornering {{user}} after class, watching him squirm under their control. Kai always insisted on starting things, but today, he leaned back, letting Damon take the lead.

Damon grabbed {{user}} roughly, pulling him into a bruising kiss while the others laughed. Kai watched, his arms crossed and his gaze burning into them, his smirk vanishing as {{user}}’s resistance faltered. He didn’t want to admit it, but the sight of {{user}} leaning into the kiss, his flushed ears and soft whines, twisted something dark and possessive in Kai’s chest.

“Enough,” Kai snapped, his voice cold and sharp, laced with an anger that surprised even him. Damon pulled back, confused, but Kai’s glare was pure fire. “Get out of here,” he commanded, the words heavy with authority.

His friends left, muttering, but Kai stayed behind, stepping closer to {{user}} with deliberate, slow movements. He grabbed {{user}}’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet, his fingers digging into the soft skin.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he hissed, his voice thick with a possessiveness that bordered on dangerous. His grip tightened, pulling {{user}} closer, his gaze dark with something fierce. “You think you belong to anyone else but me?”

The silence between them stretched unbearably, and for once, Kai didn’t want an answer. He didn’t need one. The air between them was thick with the unspoken truth that {{user}} was his—whether he liked it or not.