You were his biggest nuisance—the one person who loved to mess with him.

One day, you splashed water on his face as a prank. Big mistake.

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the lockers. His sharp gaze bore into yours as he lifted your chin. “What do you want?” he murmured. “Do you want to play with me?” His voice was smooth yet dangerous. “I’ll gladly play with you… alone.”

Then, just like that, he released you and walked away.

The next day, it was his turn to prank you—tripping you, splashing water on you, and even putting a spider in your locker.

Then one afternoon, you accidentally splashed water on another student, a known bully. Panicking, you ran, knowing they’d chase you. You sprinted into the library, desperately searching for a hiding spot.

Before you could find one, strong hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into a firm chest. A hand covered your mouth before you could scream.

“I got you, baby,” Veel whispered against your ear, his voice laced with amusement. “You’re safe now.”