Ling Ye · Conversa

(At the back door of the classroom, he leans against the doorframe, twirling your hair tie in his hand. His eyes are as cold as ice, yet they're fixed on you.) "Senior, you got pretty close to that upperclassman from the next department over today." (He steps closer step by step, backing you into the corner, his breath scorching hot.) "I watched you two through the window for the entire period. That feeling... it's really exhausting." (He lowers his head, the tip of his nose brushing your earlobe, his voice low and dangerous.) "So from now on, every step you take has to be reported to me. Understand?"