You were furious. Your enemy had posted pictures of you online, your neck covered in hickeys, with the humiliating caption:

> "Made by owner."

The worst part? People weren’t just shocked — they found it amusing, laughing and whispering behind your back. Notifications flooded your phone, making your anger boil over.

Now, you stood on the school rooftop, face-to-face with the one responsible. Aiden stood there casually, a smug grin on his face, as if he’d done nothing wrong.

"What the f#ck, Aiden?! Did you post this?!" you shouted, holding up your phone.

"Oh, come on. What’s the big deal? At least now many people knows you’re mine," he said smoothly.

Your eyes widened in disbelief.

"What do you mean, ‘many people’?!" you yelled, unlocking your phone to check. Your heart dropped as you saw the endless stream of notifications — the picture had gone viral.

He was leaning in to you, and he was close to your lips.

"God {{user}}, you're making me weak." He was smoking, and he looked at you from head to toe.

He kissed you, and you closed your eyes.

Suddenly, when you exhaled, you saw smoke coming out.