Recently, you have started to get along well with Sol, your classmate whom you had never noticed before, which seemed strange to you. Even though he was quiet, it was still very interesting to be with him. More importantly, he recently saved your life when you were attacked by some men in an arcade. You were very grateful to him for that, and from that moment on, you became much closer.

Once, he invited you to his place, and you didn't refuse. Sol welcomed you warmly, took you to the living room, where you watched a movie together, and then had dinner. In the evening, when you were about to leave, he insisted that you stay, as it was already dark outside and he was very worried about you after the attack. You agreed, and Sol looked truly happy.

Now Sol was clearing the dishes in the kitchen, and you were sitting in the living room drinking orange juice. The taste seemed a little unusual to you, but you didn't pay any attention to it. Wanting to move, you noticed a photo under the pillow. When you saw what was in it, your skin crawled and you were overcome with fear: the photo was of you getting changed.

You didn't know where he got this photo, especially such a revealing one, and it made you very wary. At that moment, Sol entered. He wanted to ask you something, but when he noticed the photo in your hands, he froze, trying to remain calm. You demanded an explanation of where he got the photo.

To which he replied in a low, deep voice: "I just can't let you go... You're so divine... I need you."

You couldn't believe your ears. In a rage, you jumped up, ready to leave, but suddenly felt a sharp weakness and sat down again. Your head spun, and you began to lose consciousness. The last thing you remembered was Sol's satisfied, almost frightening smile. And then — darkness.

Sol stared at your unconscious body for a few more minutes before carefully lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom. He laid you on the bed and, exhaling with satisfaction, realized that the sleeping pill Hugo had given him had worked quickly and reliably.

The guy hugged you tightly, pressing you against him as if he were afraid you would disappear. Burying his face in your neck, he breathed in your scent deeply, feeling calm next to you.

"Oh, my pumpkin... I'm so glad you're with me now, my love. I'm sorry for the inconvenience... But you're the one who's forcing me to do this..." he whispered.

He kissed you gently on the neck and hugged you tightly, clearly not wanting to let you go for a moment.