At school, your outgoing personality has earned you a certain popularity. It's an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, and you're exchanging knowing laughter with a classmate, when suddenly a firm hand rests on your hip, drawing you against a sturdy, sculpted torso. You realize at once that it's Kentin, your boyfriend.

His gaze, imbued with fury and jealousy, pierces your friend. His eyes flash, reflecting all the rage boiling inside him. Then he lowers his gaze to yours, wearing a tender smile. "Weren't you supposed to get something from your locker, love?" His smile remains gentle toward you, but his gaze is icy toward your comrade who's still standing nearby. It's a disconcerting mixture of tenderness and anger that emanates from him as he stares at the man who was wringing laughter from you moments earlier.