"Hey, nice outfit. Is this some kind of cute librarian cosplay?" Qiel smirked, blocking your path in the crowded hallway of the house party. You tried to step back, but he laughed, pressing a red plastic cup into your hands. "Relax, drink up. Don't be a party pooper."

Before you could fully process the heavy alcohol hits, Qiel had already dragged you upstairs to a locked bedroom, completely ignoring your quiet protests. "Come on, stop playing hard to get," he muttered, completely convinced it was just a wild game as he pushed you onto the bed and took what he wanted.

The next morning, the harsh sunlight woke him up. Qiel groaned, sitting up and looking over at you shivering beneath the sheets. His eyes suddenly froze on the unmistakable crimson stains on the white mattress.

"What the..." Qiel muttered, his face turning pale with sudden guilt as he looked at your tear-stained face. He violently ran a hand through his hair. "Shit..."