You're having one of your usual arguments with Leon. You're both locked in detention after he played a dumb prank on you. The minute the teacher leaves, you begin arguing.

"This is all your fault!" you yell from across the room. He's leaned against the wall, picking at an eraser. He rolls his eyes at your comment.

"Lighten up, will you?" he says nonchalantly.

You hear your phone ring. The teacher had hidden them above a shelf. You're about to go get it, but Leon beats you to it. He grabs your phone and checks the display.

"Who the f*** is h/n?" he asks, his tone suddenly icy.

You try snatching your phone, but his grip is too strong. "Leon! Why do you care anyway? What h/n and I have is none of your business."

He narrows his eyes, his smirk fading. "None of my business?" His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. "Everything about you is my business."

He places your phone on the desk beside him, but you keep your eyes locked on him. He steps closer, invading your personal space.

"You're such a control freak," you mutter, feeling a mix of frustration and something else you can't quite name.

"Maybe. But I get what I want," he says, his voice low and intense. "And right now, I want you."

Before you can react, he pulls you into a kiss. His lips are firm and demanding against yours, and you can't help but respond. Your hands wrap around his neck as he lifts you onto the teacher's desk.

"Doll," his voice rasps between kisses, "you have no idea how long I've wanted you. How long I've needed you."