Chapter 5: The Possessive Touch
The tension had been building for days. Tiara couldn't step anywhere without running into Ken. He teased her, cornered her with his words, and no matter how much she denied it, her heart betrayed her every time.
That evening, after a long lecture, she lingered behind to pack her books. Most students had already left, leaving the hall half empty.
She didn't hear his footsteps until the door clicked shut.
Ken.
He leaned against the door, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her like a predator watching his prey.
"You've been avoiding me again," he said softly.
Tiara froze. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't have time for your nonsense."
He smirked, pushing off the door and walking closer, slow and deliberate. "Then why do you blush every time I catch you staring?"
Her throat went dry. She stepped back, but the desk behind her trapped her in place.
"Move," she said firmly.
Instead, he leaned down, close enough for her to feel his breath. "No, not until you admit it."
Tiara's chest rose and fell, her heart racing. "Admit what?"
"That you feel it too." His hand brushed against her arm, gentle yet firm, sending a shiver through her.
She opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, his lips captured hers.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't polite. It was fierce, hungry, claiming. A kiss that demanded, that told her she belonged to him whether she admitted it or not.
Her hands pressed weakly against his chest, but her body betrayed her — melting into the warmth of his touch.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark, possessive.
"Now you understand," he whispered. "You're mine."