The classroom was empty except for her. Fans spinning lazily overhead, pages rustling softly as she scribbled the last few lines of her assignment. The golden light from the window cast warm shadows on the tiled floor. It was quiet — the kind of quiet that made your thoughts louder than you wanted them to be.
She tapped her pen on the desk, focused, determined to finish and leave before anyone else came snooping in. The last thing she needed was…
The door creaked.
Her pen paused mid-word. She looked up.
Alzan.
He strolled in like the room was his, like he belonged in every doorway he walked through. No bag. No books. Just him and that unreadable look on his face.
She blinked. "What are you doing here?"
He didn't answer right away. Just stood there, eyes scanning the room like he was looking for something… or maybe just stalling.
"Forgot something," he finally said.
She narrowed her eyes. "What?"
Alzan shrugged, the smirk tugging at his lips dangerous in its calm. "Didn't say I came for a thing. Could be someone."
Her heart did that annoying flip it always did around him — the one she absolutely refused to acknowledge. She rolled her eyes, trying to focus back on her paper.
But he didn't leave.
Instead, he moved closer. Leaned against the desk beside hers, his fingers brushing the edge like he was deciding whether to lean in or pull back.
"You always stay back alone?" he asked casually.
She didn't answer. Didn't need to. Her silence was its own language, and somehow, he always understood it better than anyone else.
Her pen slipped from the desk, rolled toward him. He bent, picked it up, and placed it slowly in front of her. Fingers lingering.
His voice dipped low. "Still pretending you don't like the attention?"
Her eyes met his. Sharp. Warning.
But he didn't flinch.
"Look," she said, her voice low and steady, "you said you forgot something. Get it. Leave."
He didn't move. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath warm near her ear, and whispered, "You're my posion✨
She stiffened.
He smiled. Not soft — dangerous.
"And still, here I am. Back for another hit."
She hated the way those words made her pulse race. Hated how her throat went dry and how, despite every warning bell in her head, she didn't lean away.
He straightened up, but his eyes didn't leave hers.
"You don't scare me," she said quietly.
Alzan chuckled, low and slow. "You should."
And just like that, he turned and walked out. No explanation. No goodbye. Just that haunting echo of his voice—
Back for another hit.
And she sat there, her breath uneven, fingers still curled around the pen he'd touched, wondering when exactly he'd started getting under her skin.