That night, the campus was almost empty. The corridor lights were dim, your footsteps echoing softly—until someone stopped right in front of you.

Yes, it was naren. The enemy who had been obsessed with you for a long time. And when he found out that you once liked him, his obsession only grew worse. That was when you tried to avoid him—tried to run away.

“You always run.”

he said quietly. He stood far too close. His face was dangerously near yours. One hand pressed against the wall beside your head—not touching you, but close enough to trap you.

“You know I could stop,"

he continued calmly, his gaze sharp and obsessive. “But I don’t want to.”

Your heart pounded violently. “I like the way you pretend you don’t know anything just to avoid me,” he whispered. “Even though every time I get close… you tremble.” He smiled faintly. Dark. Dangerous.

“Relax,” he said. “I won’t touch you.”

A brief pause, as he leaned closer to your ear. “Not that I won’t,” he murmured. “Just not yet.”