Kairo didn't expect Ayan to follow him.
Not immediately.
Not while he still had that tight, controlled expression on his face—like a mask cracking from inside.
But he underestimated the Omega.
Because Ayan didn't just follow.
He hunted.
Kairo had only reached the end of the hallway when fingers wrapped around his wrist—cold, firm, unshakable—and yanked him back with zero hesitation.
The force spun Kairo around.
His back hit a door.
A classroom door.
Empty.
Silent.
Ayan opened it with one hand, shoved Kairo inside with the other, and shut it behind them with a click that sounded far too loud.
Lock engaged.
Kairo's breath hitched.
Ayan stepped closer. Slow. Precise. His face unreadable, but the tension—sharp enough to cut skin.
Kairo smirked slightly.
"So this is how far you've snapped, hm?"
Ayan didn't speak.
Not yet.
He just walked forward until Kairo had no space left to retreat. The desks, the wall, the entire empty room pressed around them like witnesses.
Ayan placed both hands on either side of Kairo's waist—caging him in, trapping him there, the same way Kairo had trapped him with that pocket all day.
Only this time…
The roles had flipped.
And Ayan wasn't gentle.
Kairo swallowed, pulse stuttering. "Ayan—"
"You keep provoking me."
Ayan's voice was low.
Not loud.
Not aggressive.
But controlled.
Like someone standing on the edge of a cliff but refusing to fall.
"You hide things," Ayan continued softly. "You lie to my face. You keep secrets in your pocket. And then you have the audacity to walk away from me."
Kairo's lips parted. "So you dragged me here to lecture me?"
Ayan leaned in.
Face close.
Breath warm.
Eyes burning.
"No," he whispered.
"I dragged you here because you won't stop shaking me."
Kairo blinked. "I'm not—"
"You are," Ayan said instantly. "Every time you avoid answering. Every time you smirk a little too slowly. Every time you… look at me like you're testing how far I'll go."
Kairo's heart thumped painfully.
Because yes.
He had been testing him.
And now he was facing the consequences.
Kairo forced a smile. "You think I'm scared?"
Ayan's hand lifted.
Not to hurt.
Not to dominate.
But to touch the edge of Kairo's jaw, just enough to tilt his face up.
"You're not scared," Ayan murmured, "you're reckless."
Kairo's breath stuttered. "And you're obsessed."
Ayan's thumb grazed his lower lip.
"And you love it."
Kairo froze.
That—
That wasn't what he expected.
Ayan's eyes softened—not weak, not vulnerable—just honest.
For the first time today.
"You make me lose control," Ayan whispered.
"I hate it."
His voice fell even lower.
"And I keep coming back to you anyway."
Kairo's chest tightened painfully, heat rising under his skin.
"Ayan…"
"This isn't a game for me," Ayan said, leaning in until their noses brushed. "So if you're going to keep pushing me—"
His hand slid down to Kairo's pocket.
That pocket.
The one hiding the note.
Kairo's breath caught.
Ayan's fingers pressed over the folded paper through the fabric.
"—then you don't get to run when I push back."
Kairo's voice came out a whisper.
"You really want it that badly?"
Ayan's eyes darkened.
"I want you to stop lying to me."
Silence.
Thick.
Electric.
Pulled tight like a wire.
Kairo licked his lips, pulse thundering.
"And if I don't?"
Ayan leaned in—
their lips brushing, barely—
not kissing.
Punishing.
"Then I'll take the truth," Ayan breathed.
The room felt too hot.
Too small.
Too dangerous.
Kairo's fingers curled into Ayan's shirt, not pulling him closer—just holding on.
"Ayan…"
Ayan whispered against his mouth:
"Choose.
Show me… or let me take it."
Kairo's chest rose and fell shakily.
The paper in his pocket burned like a brand.
His secret.
Ayan's control.
Their tension.
And the choice hanging like a knife between them.
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