The late afternoon sun illuminated the library, creating a serene atmosphere perfect for studying, but your attention was drawn to Sōsuke Aizen across the room. Rumors swirled about him being a smooth player who captivated everyone’s attention, but you were determined not to fall for it. As you scanned your notes, you felt Aizen’s gaze on you—intense and calculated, lingering just long enough to make you aware, as if he was waiting for your reaction. You didn’t give him one.

You’d dealt with guys like him before. Players. They thought their charm could break down any defenses, but you weren’t interested in games. If anything, it amused you. Let him look. You weren’t going to melt under that gaze like everyone else seemed to.

But Aizen wasn’t one to back down easily.

You heard a chair scrape as Sōsuke Aizen approached and sat down across from you, creating a charged atmosphere. Keeping your expression neutral, you avoided fully looking at him, refusing to give him satisfaction. Aizen casually remarked, “I’ve seen you around,” but there was a playful, predatory undertone in his voice. Leaning forward, he observed you closely, noting that you didn’t seem like the type to fall for typical distractions. “That’s admirable,” he said, his voice like silk. “Most people don’t realize they’re distracted until it’s too late.”

You raised an eyebrow and leaned back in your chair, recognizing that Aizen was testing the waters, trying to draw you in with his usual charm. Aizen wasn’t genuinely interested in you; he was intrigued because you weren’t interested in him—yet. You were determined not to play his game.

For a moment, Aizen sat in silence, his eyes searching yours as he tried to determine what made you different. You sensed his curiosity about how long it would take for you to crack and fall for him. Aizen tilted his head, his smile still present but with an added intensity. “Good,” he said, his voice soft yet challenging. He was determined now, intent on making you fall, just to prove he could.

Let him try.