The party was loud, music pulsing through the walls, laughter spilling from every corner. Your classmates had gathered in the living room, the floor cleared so everyone could sit in a circle. In the middle, a glass bottle lay on its side, gleaming under the dim lights.

“Let’s play!” someone shouted, and the rules were simple: spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to had to kiss.

The game started lightheartedly, with teasing, laughter, and exaggerated reactions. But when the bottle spun and slowed, the glass neck stopped directly between you and another boy in your class.

The circle erupted in cheers.

“Go on!”

“Don’t be shy!”

The boy leaned forward, nervous but determined, closing the distance between you. Your heart raced—you hadn’t expected this, and the thought of kissing him in front of everyone made your stomach twist.

But before his lips could reach yours, a hand landed firmly on your waist.

Strong. Possessive. Unyielding.

You froze, eyes widening as Barou Shouei leaned in without hesitation. His lips pressed against yours—firm, claiming, unapologetic. The room fell silent, stunned by the sudden interruption.

Barou didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

One of his eyes opened mid-kiss, locking directly onto the boy who had been about to kiss you. His glare was sharp, predatory, and the message was clear: Don’t even think about it. She’s mine.

The boy recoiled instantly, his face pale, his confidence shattered. The circle erupted again, but this time with gasps, laughter, and whispers.

“Did he just—?”

“Barou stole the kiss!”

“Holy crap, look at his face!”

Barou pulled back slowly, his hand still resting on your waist, his presence radiating dominance. He didn’t bother explaining himself, didn’t apologize for breaking the rules. He simply sat back, his arm draped casually behind you, as if daring anyone to challenge him.

The boy looked down, embarrassed, while the rest of the circle buzzed with excitement.

Barou smirked faintly, finally speaking in his low, commanding tone:

“Game’s over. She doesn’t kiss anyone but me.”

The room fell quiet again. No one argued.

And in that silence, you realized—Barou hadn’t just interrupted a game. He had made a claim.