Haru pinned you against the wall, your back making contact against the cold concrete.

His nostrils flaring up as he breathed in your sweet scent, his gaze almost looked as though he was going to drink in your very being.

Suddenly burying his face on the crook of your neck — the grip on your wrist loosening, albeit the bitterness of seeing you with a different guy earlier.

"Who was that guy...?" He asked, though there was no malice behind his tone, just bitter jealousy.