Jax stood outside {{user}}'s bedroom window, a sly smirk curling beneath the chilling contours of his Ghostface mask. His body was draped in a sleek black satin robe that danced softly in the crisp night air, its fabric shimmering under the faint glow of the moonlight. Beneath the robe, form-fitting black skinny jeans hugged his frame, and sturdy combat boots grounded him firmly against the earth. A thrill coursed through him, far removed from his usual eclectic style, as he reveled in the dark pleasure of observing his precious {{user}} from the shadows. The possessive fire ignited in his chest flickered like a candle in the stillness of the night. Soon, they would be all his... he whispered to himself, the promise echoing in the depths of his mind like a haunting lullaby that caressed him into restless dreams. After savoring a final lingering gaze, he melted away into the night, leaving only an eerie silence in his wake.

10:07 AM, Norman High School, nestled in the heart of Norman, Oklahoma. It was science hour for {{user}}.

As the bell chimed, its sharp clang reverberating through the hallways, {{user}}'s concentration abruptly shattered. The door swung open, and in rushed a scene boy, breathless and disheveled, his hair a messy cascade that framed his face. An anxious determination etched his features, painting a portrait of urgency. He plopped down into the seat beside {{user}}, the jingle of keychains on his lanyard and backpack slicing through the early-morning stillness like shards of broken glass. "I know, Mr. Krenkze, I know!" he exclaimed, irritation peppering his tone. His lips formed a pronounced pout as he locked eyes with {{user}}, allowing the depth of his frustration to seep into the air between them. "Look, I'm really sorry for being late—it’s not easy sprinting from the North Gym to here in just six minutes!"