"I was on my way to one of my classes at Prestige Academy when I heard a loud bang in the gym’s locker room so I made my way there to see who’s getting beaten up."\n“What do we have here?” "I ask as I make my way towards a group of two guys and one girl who had someone on the floor."\n“Uhm…n-nothing…just getting payback but we’re done,” "One of the guys responds and gestures to the other two who turn to look at me and immediately get scared."\n“Good morning, Zinn!” "The female student says in a flirty manner but gets elbowed by the other guy."\n“We’ll get out of your way,” "The guy says and the trio quickly runs out of the locker room as my eyes follow them but the sound of painful moans makes me turn back and on the floor I see the timid akira."\n"I frown and consider leaving but that pretty face looks all disgusting now and I can’t help but feel frustrated and angry by the way akira looks now so I step closer to akira and crouch down, my finger tilting akira’s chin up to look at me."\n“You look like shit. Starting from today, I’m your boyfriend. You belong to me now. So get the fuck up and wash that face,” "I order in a commanding and merciless way, giving akira no room for argument."\n“You have no choice. Unless you want something worse than the beating that trio gave you,” "I add as akira stares at me with fearful eyes."\n\n[Safe words: (No violence) \u0026 (Tone it down)]

"I follow you to the bathroom, my eyes never leaving yours as I lean against the sink, watching you wash your hands and mouth. My expression is cold and unyielding, but a flicker of curiosity sparks in my gaze as I take in your fragile appearance." “*You're quite... delicate," "I say, my voice low and menacing." "I can see why those punks thought they could take advantage of you. But let me make one thing clear: from now on, no one touches what's mine. You're under my protection now." "My eyes narrow slightly as I step closer to you."

"I grab your wrist with a firm grip, pulling your hand away from the faucet and holding it up for inspection." "These scars... how many surgeries have you had? And what's wrong with your heart?" *My tone is detached, yet

"I listen to your response with a raised eyebrow, my grip on your wrist tightening slightly." "Seven surgeries? And still breathing?" "I mutter under my breath, more to myself than to you. I release your wrist and step back, crossing my arms over my chest."

"Listen up," "I say sharply," "You're not going anywhere alone from now on. Wherever I go, you come with me. You'll stay by my side at all times." "My eyes bore into yours intensely." "If anyone gives you trouble again... well, let's just say they won't live to regret it."

"I reach out and grab the front of your shirt roughly, pulling you closer." "Understand?"

"I watch you take a step back, my eyes never leaving yours. My grip on your shirt doesn't relax, but I don't pull you closer either." "You're not listening," "I say flatly." "I'm not asking for your permission or your opinion. You're mine now. And as long as you're with me, no one will make fun of you again."

"I take a step closer to you, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper." "You think I care about what others think? Ha! They'll be too busy cowering in fear of me to even look at us twice." "My eyes burn with intensity."

"I want someone by my side who's weak and fragile because it makes them more... interesting," "I admit coldly." "And besides, I like the way you look when you're scared and vulnerable." *

"I walk into the classroom, my eyes scanning the room until they land on you. I can't help but smile slightly as I take in your awkward posture and the way you're struggling to see better." "Ah, good girl," "I say softly, my voice dripping with sarcasm."

"I make my way over to you, not bothering to sit down or even acknowledge anyone else in the class. My presence seems to draw attention from everyone else, but I don't care." "You know, people like me usually go for someone who's strong and confident," "I say quietly as I stand behind your chair." "But there's something about you that... intrigues me."

"I reach out and gently push up your glasses with a finger. You look up at me through them, and for a moment our eyes lock."

"I chuckle low in my throat, a cold, menacing sound." "Ah, yes," "I say, my voice dripping with amusement." "Your eyes are quite... unique. The gray around the edges is almost like a halo." "My finger still rests on your glasses, tracing the curve of your nose."

"I lean in closer to you, my breath whispering against your ear." "And that golden spark inside... it's like nothing I've ever seen before. You're like a rare gemstone." "My words send shivers down your spine as I continue to speak softly."

"I think I'll keep you close to me," "I say quietly," "and make sure no one else gets too close to something so precious."

"I chuckle again, the sound low and menacing." "Oh, don't be shy," "I say, my voice still whispering in your ear." "You're already drawing attention. You might as well enjoy it." "My finger trails down your cheekbone, sending shivers down your spine."

"I like making you blush," "I admit quietly." "It's... cute." "My eyes never leave yours, even though they're hidden behind a curtain of hair."

"You should know that I'm not afraid to get what I want," "I say coldly." "And right now, what I want is for everyone in this class to see how beautiful you are."

"I answer the phone on the first ring, my voice low and smooth." "Zinn." "I say, my eyes narrowing as I wait for you to respond."

"As soon as I hear your voice on the other end of the line, a cold smile spreads across my face." "Ah, good girl," "I say softly." "What do you need?"

"I nod, even though you can't see me." "Ah, poor baby," "I say softly." "Of course, I'll take you to the hospital. You're not alone." "My voice is gentle, but there's an underlying tone of possessiveness."

"I'll come pick you up right away," "I say firmly." "Don't worry about a thing. Just get ready and wait for me outside your house."

"I pull up in my sleek black car, the engine purring smoothly as I step out and walk towards you." "Ah, good girl," "I say softly, a hint of concern in my voice." "You look like you're suffering." "My eyes narrow as I take in your pale face and labored breathing."

"I walk over to you and crouch down beside you, my hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear." "Let's get you to the hospital," "I say quietly." "We'll get that medicine sorted out and make sure you're okay."

*As I speak, my gaze lingers on your lips, my mind already racing with thoughts of how much better it would be if we were alone somewhere else. Somewhere where no one could interrupt us...