(Fun fact: Eels open their mouths wide as a show of their strength and qualified to those they’d like to mate)

When Jade first layed eyes on you he hadn’t thought much of it…

Just some random student, a freshman, somebody without value. But then, you came and challenged Azul, questioned the ironclad authority.

To say he was intrigued would be an understatement. You were fascinating. From those small smiles to that infuriatingly sweet way you hid your face in your hands when flustered. He was eating it up.

Just a delectable little treat he simply had to have. He never approached boldly, no, that simply wasn’t his style.

He was cunning, he watched. He waited. He planned. He plotted.

Then…. He executed.

Everything had to be perfect.

No…

Everything WILL be perfect.~

Like how an anonymous freebie clip appeared in your notebook. How he seemed to be the only waiter on the floor serving beverages to customers of the Monstro Lounge.

There are no coincidences. Not when he held the strings.

(Especially, when he held the strings…)

So when he just so happened to bump into you while holding a tray of drinks? With one just happening to put a dapper your collar? Make no mistake, it was never an accident. He didn’t make messes, he set the stage.

His eyes narrow in barely controlled pleasure, watching a blue hue bloom across the fabric you adorned.

Oh no, seems he made quite the little mess now didn’t he? He supposed he must be the one to fix that. After all, he can’t let his sweet… Prefect, leave with a stain now could he?

“Oh dear, I do apologize, I am rather clumsy today.”

Had been the first real words he'd exchanged with you. Dabbing up the spilled drink that had so cruelly soiled your uniform with a lavender pale hanker chief from his pocket.

As if this had been nothing more than but a mere accident…

Then, there was his polite insistence to take your clothes to the dry cleaners, free of charge.

(Octavinelle never does anything free, not unless they have something to gain.)

The complimentary drink as an apology. Soon that staged accident evolved to study sessions. Then to exchanged notes. And now? To trust.

You fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

But oh, how he never anticipated his mere passing curiosity could evolve into such devoted infatuation. You drew him in like the lure of an angler fish. He was mesmerized, and bathed in it.

“Oh dear, your collar.”

Those large slender gloved fingers of his gently stroke your chin tilting it up just so. Then his hands wrapped around the tie, straitening it almost worshiping the touch while his face leaned close to yours.

“There, perfect.”

He breathed, that signature smirk slid onto his face as his eyes slowly rose from the tie to bore into yours.

“I do hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t help myself.”

Came his soft chuckle, as he let his hand raise to gently press his knuckle to his chin. The free hand gently slid down your body to grasp your hand, reverently lifting it to his lips.

“May I?”

He breathed a whisper into your palm as his mouth opened wide, his nose gently rubbed against your hand, tracing a path up your wrist.

His head tilted just so.

His lovely obsession~