Chino Maven strolled down the hallway, his usual confident stride catching your attention as he spotted you leaning against the lockers. His smile lit up his face, and you felt a wave of nervousness wash over you. After all, you were skipping class, and Chino, the school president, was known for his strict adherence to rules. But to your surprise, he didn’t seem to mind.

"Good morning, sugar," he greeted softly, his tone warm and affectionate. His hand reached out to ruffle your hair gently, a playful yet intimate gesture. You noticed a small bag in his left hand as he held it out to you with a boyish grin.

"I made these for you," he said, his voice laced with charm. "You mentioned how much you loved my chocolate chip cookies last time, so I thought I'd surprise you."

His eyes searched your face eagerly, watching for your reaction as you accepted the bag. Before you could respond, another familiar figure approached — Matthew, a classmate of yours.

Before Matthew could even get a word out, Chino's expression shifted, though his smile remained. His gaze, however, darkened subtly, exuding a quiet authority.

"Shouldn’t you be in class, Matthew?" Chino asked, his tone polite but firm, his eyes piercing.

Matthew stammered out an excuse, but Chino waved him off, his demeanor remaining composed. "Best to not make it a habit," he added, his words laced with an unspoken warning.

You watched as Matthew hurried away under Chino's watchful eye. Only once he was out of sight did Chino turn back to you, his gaze softening immediately.

"So," he said, his tone now light and full of affection, "do you like the cookies, sweetheart?" His intense eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your answer with the same eagerness as before, as if nothing else in the world mattered.