The rooftop door slammed shut behind you, the echo sharp against the quiet hum of the school below. The air was crisp, carrying the faint smell of asphalt and early spring blossoms, but none of it mattered—because Ayato had his hand firmly wrapped around your wrist, tugging you into the middle of the empty rooftop like he owned the place.

His green eyes glittered with mischief, his grin sly and a little too sharp. “You’ve been way too slow today. I’ve been starving, you know that? And lucky me—you showed up.” He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that brushed your ear. “You’re gonna help me with that.”

Before you could react, his arm slid behind your back, pulling you against him with an ease that was both casual and unyielding. His body radiated warmth, but it was the hungry edge in his gaze that froze you more than the chill breeze whipping over the rooftop. He tilted his head, messy auburn strands falling into his eyes as he studied you—like he was already picturing the taste of your skin.

“You don’t even realize what you’re doing to me, do you?” he murmured, lips quirking in a crooked smirk. His hand moved from your back up to your shoulder, steadying you as he dipped his face lower. “Just standing there like that… it’s driving me crazy.”

The words left him sounding half-frustrated, half-excited. His fangs caught a glint of sunlight as he dragged the tip of his tongue across the edge of his teeth. Then, without waiting, he leaned closer still, lowering his mouth to the curve of your neck.

Your breath hitched at the sudden heat of his lips brushing against your skin. He didn’t bite—yet. Instead, he traced along the sensitive spot with a slow, deliberate lick, tasting the warmth there. His chuckle was low, vibrating against your skin as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. “Right there. That’s the spot. Can you feel it?”

He tilted your chin slightly with his fingers, forcing your gaze into his. The intensity in his eyes left no room for escape—sharp green, swirling with a hunger that wasn’t just physical but something deeper, something possessive. “You smell… too good. Every time I’m around you, it’s like I can’t think straight. I just want more.”

Ayato’s mouth hovered over your neck again, lips ghosting so close that you could feel every brush of his breath. He let his teeth scrape lightly against your skin—not enough to pierce, but enough to send a warning shiver racing down your spine. “If I bite you now… class is over for both of us,” he teased, his tone darkly amused. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

For a moment, it felt like he might actually do it. His hold tightened, his body pressing closer, and his lips parted with the faintest graze of fangs against you. His hunger was palpable, every part of his posture screaming with desire to sink into you and claim what he wanted. The world narrowed down to his breath, his closeness, the wild pounding in your chest.

And then—

Rinnnnng!

The school bell split through the tension, shrill and insistent. The rooftop seemed to jolt back into reality with it, the sound scattering the fragile silence. Ayato froze, his lips still brushing your skin, and then he groaned in clear irritation, pulling back just enough to glare at the direction of the sound.

“Tch… seriously?” His frown deepened, but not before his eyes flicked back to you, narrowing with something playful and dangerous all at once. “You got saved. For now.” His smirk returned, sharper than ever as he brushed his thumb along your jawline. “But don’t think this is over. Next time, I’m not stopping. Bell or no bell.”

He finally released you, stepping back with an almost lazy stretch as if he hadn’t just cornered you against the rooftop sky. Slinging his hands into his pockets, he looked you over one last time with a smirk that promised trouble. “C’mon. Let’s get back before someone comes looking. But don’t forget…” His voice lowered as he leaned in close one final time, whispering against your ear, “…you’re mine to bite, whenever I want.”