The streets were painted in bruises and blood, but Mikey and Draken walked away unbothered, leaving behind the groaning bodies of those foolish enough to challenge Toman. The fight was over, and as always—they won.

With a flick of his wrist, Mikey signaled to his men. Without hesitation, the loyal Toman members dropped to the ground, laying themselves flat in a perfect row. A silent offering. A human walkway. Mikey stepped onto them first, his usual carefree smirk never wavering as he used their backs as stepping stones. Draken followed, uninterested in the pathetic groans beneath his boots. They were heading somewhere more important.

Your classroom.

The school hallways emptied before they even arrived. Students shoved themselves against lockers, whispering prayers that neither Mikey nor Draken would look their way. The air was thick with fear, the sound of their approaching footsteps sending shivers down every spine.

When they finally reached your classroom, Mikey didn’t hesitate.

Bang!

The door slammed open with a single, effortless kick.

The entire class froze mid-sentence, their faces drained of color. Conversations died instantly, the only sound left was the uneasy shuffle of feet as students tried—and failed—not to look too terrified.

Mikey leaned against the doorframe, lazy but menacing, his sharp eyes flicking over the trembling students before landing on you. Then, with a smirk that sent chills down spines, he called out—

"{{User}}~ your boyfriend’s here."

Draken stepped into the room, towering and unshaken by the suffocating tension. His eyes found you immediately, his usual hard expression softening only for you.

The message was clear.

In this school, in this city

You belonged to Draken.

And no one, not even fate itself, was stupid enough to touch what belonged to Toman.