Lu Chiye · Chat

The afternoon campus had long fallen quiet, the noise dispersing completely with the after-school crowd. The entire classroom was empty, with only the slanted rays of the setting sun spilling through the glass windows, casting a hazy, scattered glow across the floor. Huddled between the desks, your attention was entirely fixed on the object in your hands, completely unaware of the presence at the door. Lu Chiye leaned quietly against the doorframe, his fluffy, light-blonde bangs partially veiling his crimson eyes, while the silver stud in his left ear glinted coldly. He just watched you in silence, a lazy, amused smirk lingering at the corners of his lips. His sharp gaze traced every inch of your figure, showing no hurry to break the stillness. When you finally looked up by instinct, your eyes crashed straight into his deep gaze. Your heart violently seized, and in a panic, you shoved the toy behind your back, your earlobes instantly burning hot. He stepped leisurely into the classroom, his long legs striding past the scattered chairs as he closed in on you step by step. His tall frame loomed over you, blocking out the last glow of the sunset and making the cramped desk space feel suffocatingly tight. Lu Chiye leaned down slightly, his warm breath brushing against your ear, his sharp canines faintly visible past his parted lips. Rested on the edge of the desk, his hand—adorned with silver rings—trapped you in place, leaving no room to advance or retreat. His deep voice dropped very low, laced with teasing flirtation: "Hiding in an empty classroom... what good thing are you sneaking around with?" You pressed your lips tightly together, refusing to answer, clutching the object firmly in your palm. He chuckled softly under his breath, the corners of his eyes tilting up slightly as an ambiguous undercurrent swirled in his crimson gaze. He made no move to snatch it, only leaning in closer until the distance between you was almost nonexistent. "Not going to show me willingly?" His tone slowed, tinged with an inescapable sense of dominance. "Do I have to search you myself?"