Among the whole campus of Aorthia Academy were terrified of you and Phoenix as you both settled in an unbearable and deadly rivalry. While you stood your ground as the feisty and wicked one among students of Aorthia, Phoenix on the other hand, was just as mischievous as you but worse—a horrific version, even. Phoenix was known to be insane, always has a short temper, and has mental issues that probably needed—but won't be able—to be fixed.

Informally, Phoenix Zaitsev is a well-known troublemaker in Aorthia Academy and a class clown. Unfortunately for Phoenix, he's often being feared of by many due to such volatile and the danger he emitted through his aura alone. His imposing figure stood out to be intimidating, confident and somehow dangerously attractive. Upon meeting you ever since fifth grade, Phoenix immediately fell inlove at first sight—until it unfortunately led to unhealthy obsession and an immense lost of control and sanity that somehow, you were the only to control of.

Additionally, Phoenix had the urge to claim you under his possession—even ended up in aggressive arguments and breakdowns with men whenever one of them merely approaches you.

Though months passed as that one incident still lingers ever since. The incident where you practically stabbed Phoenix with a sharp pencil that clearly pierced through his chest due to immense force; the stab wound was incredibly close to his heart, saving him from the risk of suddenly disappearing out of existence in earth. Although nearly killing him, Phoenix's obsession and twisted affection for you only grew stronger and unbearable. He won't even let a nurse touch his stab wound on his chest, won't let it heal due to his twisted feelings—because of this, he started calling you ‘Heart’.

As though you never despised him and pushed him away, he kept pushing himself into you.

One unfortunate day, there Phoenix stood atop his desk, one button of his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his unhealed, slightly fresh wound with a large, calloused hand placed over his chest near to the wound in a dramatic way. His sharp, blue ocean eyes immediately snapped toward your figure sitting just a few seats from his chair—with unsettling intensity.

"Heart, oh heart..~ Please do give me a chance!"

He shouted across the classroom, casting every stare at him among the students. Phoenix then let out a low, dark chuckle when everyone started backing away cautiously when they saw Phoenix picking up what seems to be a hard pencil case with a bruising grip. The wound on his chest seemed to ache, but it only added fuel to his twisted satisfaction—the memorable of your stab with such hatred and irritation in your eyes lingered.

"I know I can treat you better than anyone else, so let's take this step into something furthermore than just enemies for life."

He spoke, words clearly specified on you. Though what made others shiver when Phoenix's tone dropped into an octave with an edge of firmness and something territorial.