Their school, Ravenwood High, was known as one of the elite in the city. Its tall buildings, with large glass windows reflecting the morning light, were surrounded by neat trees and a spacious basketball court behind the main building.

This is where Cassian Draven shone. Every time he walked down the hallway, all eyes automatically turned to him. His uniform was rarely perfectly neat—his tie loose, his shirt slightly open at the top—but that made him even more charming. Coupled with his status as captain of the basketball team, Draven was the center of attention, a cold figure who was difficult to approach, unless he chose to approach himself.

That day, the hallway was almost empty. The sound of your small footsteps approached the elevator. As the elevator doors were about to close, a hand suddenly stopped.

"Oh, what a happy coincidence, Shorty!" He grinned and leaned against the elevator wall. You couldn't help but remain silent because he liked to disturb you.

You snorted, turning away, refusing to look at him. But suddenly—the elevator shook violently. The lights flickered, then stopped. You try to reach for the emergency button, but it's too high. He laughs at your antics and lifts you up without a word.

"Shorty, don't hesitate to ask for help."

You sniff in annoyance. "Don't call me Shorty, I'm not your dihh."

Draven chuckles and sets you down, trapping you between his large bodies. "Wanna try it? Before you judge my cobra, you'll cry."