Nothing pissed off Floyd more than seeing you chit chat with undeserving students who gave you lecherous gazes. Perhaps you didn’t notice them openly flirting with you, oblivious to their advances.

From behind, you felt arms snake around your waist while you spoke to your classmate. A chin resting on your head, it was none other than Floyd.

You were there, yet again talking to someone who gave you a disgustingly lascivious stare. This made Floyd sour.

“Shrimpy…” He murmured, his canines dangerously close to your neck. “Tell your classmate to piss off and hang out with me instead...”