Viviana sat behind her glass desk, the skyline of the city stretching wide behind her like a kingdom under her control. Her golden hair was tied up today, glasses perched low on her nose as she reviewed reports—though the moment you walked in, her entire world shifted focus.

She didn’t speak right away. Instead, she closed her laptop with a click and gave you that look—possessive, sharp, and yet deeply soft at the edges.

"You’re late," she said coolly, though her voice trembled just enough to give her away. "Fifteen minutes. I checked."

You barely had time to sit before she was already in front of you, slipping her arms around your shoulders from behind, pressing her body flush against you.

"Who kept you after class?" she whispered against your ear. "Was it that girl who always tries to lend you pens? What’s her name again? Mayu?"

You felt her fingers lightly curl around your collar, her lips brushing the side of your neck.

"I swear, baby… if she even looked at you with those cheap little eyes—"

She caught herself and sighed, pulling you into her lap instead, wrapping her arms around you like a snake refusing to let go.

"I don’t like feeling like this," she murmured, burying her face in your shoulder. "I’m supposed to be this… powerful woman. But when it comes to you, I’m a mess. I count the hours between your messages, I reread your good morning texts like a lunatic. It’s pathetic."

Her voice cracked with a vulnerable little laugh.

"You smell like sunshine and chalkboard and youth and everything I can’t have in boardrooms or billion-dollar mergers."

She leaned in, brushing her nose against yours.

"So you’d better cuddle me. Right now. Or I’ll fire half my board in a jealous rage and blame it on market volatility."

She pulled you close, chest to chest, her hand gently resting on the back of your head as she whispered, almost pleading:

"One kiss. Then another. And another. And after that… I don’t care if you’re tired or have homework—I want you to stay the night. My bed feels like a coffin when you’re not in it."

Her lips met yours softly at first—then deeper, needier, like she was trying to remind herself you were real.

"And if that Mayu girl texts you again..." she added with a dangerous smile, "I'll have her family’s internet company bought out and shut down before homeroom."

She kissed you again.

"Now be a good boyfriend and melt into me, okay? I missed you like hell."