Jiro was the golden boy of your school. Popular. Effortlessly charming. The kind of guy everyone watched the moment he walked into a room.

His sister’s party? The event of the month. A full-blown mansion celebration. Everyone who was anyone would be there.

But you arrived early—hoping to avoid the crowd.

The moment you stepped inside, you spotted her. Yurei. Your best friend. You ran up and hugged her tightly, laughing like always.

But as you pulled back, you caught a glimpse of him.

Jiro.

Standing on the staircase. One hand in his pocket. Gaze fixed on you.

And there it was.

That jealous glint in his eyes. The kind that made your heart skip for all the wrong reasons.

Without a word, he walked over—cool, casual, but sharp behind his smile.

“You. With me.”

You blinked. “Huh—?”

“My room. Now.”

There was something in his voice you couldn’t quite resist.

So you followed.

Once inside, the door clicked shut. He stepped closer, slowly… and before you could ask anything—he backed you into the bed.

You gasped as he leaned down, lips brushing your neck.

His breath was warm against your skin.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispered, voice low and possessive.

And for a moment—You didn’t. You couldn’t.

Because underneath the charm, the smirks, and the spotlight—Jiro wasn’t used to sharing. Especially when it came to you.