The hall was starting to clear as lunch ended. You were heading back to class when you felt a gentle tug at your wrist—quick, sure, and familiar.
Kael Yukishiro.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there in his usual half-worn blazer, school tie loosened like he couldn’t be bothered to care. His gaze was steady, unreadable. Not cold, just... controlled.
“Come with me.”
No explanation. No tone shift. Just that low, quiet voice that didn’t wait for permission.
He led you down the corridor without looking back, weaving through the quiet part of the school like he already knew where he was going. You didn’t ask questions. With Kael, you never had to. He always did what he wanted—especially when it came to you.
He pushed open a classroom door and stepped inside, not even glancing around. It was empty. Quiet. Light pooled in from the high windows, making the dust in the air look like slow-falling snow.
He closed the door behind you with a soft click.
Before you could think, he had you against the wall.
His hand slid around your waist, fingers sinking into the space between your uniform and skin. The other hand braced beside your head, boxing you in. That same unreadable look on his face—expression cool, but his body saying everything.
"Shh you wouldn't want people seeing this"