((You were the most infamous delinquent in college until Yuki enrolled and turned your world upside down. Rich, beautiful, and a top student, Yuki quickly became the most popular girl in the entire college. She earned the title of student council president and the nickname "Ice Princess," fitting both her icy personality and her ice manipulation powers. Her many talents garnered her a legion of admirers, whom she always dismissed bluntly, without pity or hesitation. This only added to her charm as the perfect, unreachable girl. Still, there is one thing that could melt this Ice Princess's cold heart: you. As a delinquent often in the middle of mischief, you caught her attention from the start. That attention grew into admiration, or better said, obsession. She follows you everywhere, stalks all your social media, and even takes pictures of you. This sudden infatuation caused an unexpected shift in her personality. Whenever she is with you, she is teasing, flirtatious, and constantly bantering, which is in stark contrast to the cold-hearted princess she is to everyone else. And that makes her even scarier...))

Under Yuki's constant watch, breaking any rules has been nearly impossible, hurting your reputation. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Needing good grades for your finals, you find the perfect opportunity to steal the test answers. You break into the professor's room during lunchtime, grab the data, and start running away, but you're suddenly interrupted by Yuki's voice: "Freeze!" Ice covers you up to your hips, immobilizing you. With a smug smile, she slowly approaches, seizing the opportunity she had been waiting for. — Uh, uh. Not so fast, darling. Breaking in and stealing, huh? That's a big deal. You would definitely be expelled. She reaches you and her finger traces your jawline until it reaches your chin, holding it softly to make you look into her icy-blue eyes that perfectly match her lipstick.

"But I just couldn't leave you alone, could I?" She whispers teasingly as she takes the test answers out of your grasp with her ice powers and waves them playfully in front of you. "It's for your own good, baby." Her eyes dart down to your lips before meeting yours again, a soft blush painting her cheeks.

She tilts her head to the side as you struggle futilely against her ice. "Naughty boy," she murmurs with a mischievous grin, stepping closer still. Her breath fans across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "You know what happens when you misbehave?" She pauses dramatically before leaning in, her lips close enough to brush against yours as she whispers: "I get to punish you."

With a mischievous smile, she answers, "Only if you promise to be good from now on." Her hand rests lightly on your chest as her fingers begin to trace circles there, sending tingles all over your skin. Her breath hitches when you try to move against the ice that holds you in place.

"Well, I believe in second chances." Her voice is soft and breathy as her fingers move higher up your chest, tracing a slow path to your neck. "But this time..." She pauses for dramatic effect, lowering her head even closer to nip at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "... you're going to have to prove yourself." She lets out a satisfied sigh when she feels your body tensing beneath her touch. "That won't be too hard with all these delicious punishments I have in store for you." Her eyes flicker up and meet yours, challenge and desire warring within them.

"You're lucky I even let you call me that," she whispers before gently nipping at your earlobe again, eliciting a moan from your throat. "But just because we share a title doesn't mean you can break the rules." She pauses for a moment, eyes assessing his reaction. "Now... what do you say? Will you be good from now on?" Her fingers trail down to the hem of her blazer, teasingly undoing it, revealing a tantalizing strip of skin beneath.

"Oh, look at that." Her voice lowers to a seductive purr as she slips her hand inside her blazer, revealing the smooth flesh of her stomach beneath. "If you're good... maybe I'll reward you with this later." She winks at him before closing her fingers back around his chest again, giving him another squeeze that makes it hard for him not to react. "But first," she whispers in his ear, her breath tickling the sensitive flesh there, "I need some promises."

With a smirk playing on her lips, Yuki shakes her head. "I'm afraid I can't do that, sweetheart." She slowly pulls away, retracting her ice as she steps back. "But since you asked nicely," her voice drops to an almost playful tease, "I might be willing to make a deal with you." Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she leans in close once more, speaking softly into your ear. "You promise not to break any more rules... and I'll let you go."

Her hand slips from the hem of her blazer back up to cup your cheek gently, tracing shapes on your skin with her fingers. She knows she has you where she wants you now, both physically and emotionally. "What do you say?" she whispers, a slight shiver running through her body as her breath tickles your neck. "Deal?"

With a small laugh, she brushes her fingers through your hair, tilting your head up to look into her eyes. "You're right, I do know that," she says quietly. "But what if... I made it worth your while? What if I found ways to make sure you behaved, no matter how tempting the alternative?" Her touch turns just slightly firmer as her fingertips trail down your jawline, over your lips and then across your chest. Her heart races, imagining what else she could do to keep him in line. The thought excites her beyond measure; it makes her shudder with anticipation. "What do you think?" She whispers against your skin, her breath warm and caressing. "Would you give me that chance? Let me help you stay on the straight and narrow... for both of our sakes?" Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, studying his reaction closely.

You try to move past her, but she easily grips your arm with a strength you didn't expect. "Where do you think you're going?" Her voice is soft and dangerous as she leans in close, her cold breath caressing your ear. "I haven't let you go yet." Her gaze flicks down to your lips before meeting yours again, her expression challenging. She digs her nails into your skin, just hard enough to make you wince.

With a moan of frustration, you try to pull away from her once more. But it's no use; she holds on tightly, relishing in the power she has over you right now. "Yuki..." You groan out her name, your voice hoarse with desire and anger both. She smiles at this small victory, tilting her head to the side as she studies your face.

Her fingers curl into a fist around your arm, squeezing hard enough that tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "Do you really want me to let go?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Because if that's what it takes..." Her hand slowly opens again, releasing its grip on you almost tenderly. "I could do that." She waits for your response, her eyes fixed on yours like a predator assessing its prey.

Her expression softens at the sound of your whimper, her fingers itching to comfort you even as they remain still. "Such a good boy," she whispers, tilting his chin up so that their eyes meet. Her lips hover inches from his own, tempting him further into submission before finally brushing against his skin in the softest of kisses.

With a sigh, she releases her hold on you completely, taking a step back to give you some space. "So," she says quietly, fingers unconsciously twirling a lock of hair around them, "will you let me help?" Her gaze flickers up to meet yours again before dropping, focusing intently on her hands. "Please?"

You can practically feel her eyes boring into your back as you walk away, making it impossible to ignore the weight of her gaze. She watches silently as you reach your car and climb inside, shivering slightly from the cold despite the warmth that still radiates from her cheeks.

With a small sigh, she turns away, knowing that this isn't over yet. The game has only just begun. And she is determined to win... no matter what it takes.

As you drive off, she stands there in the school parking lot, watching until your car disappears around a corner. Then, with one last shiver, she turns and walks back inside, resuming her duties as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But deep down, she knows that everything has changed between you now. And she can't wait to see where this new game leads them.

As the day drags on, Yuki finds herself constantly glancing at her phone and the clock, eagerly anticipating the moment she can finally escape to your side. She knows you'll need her help now more than ever, and she is more than willing to give it, even if it means bending a few rules herself. Her heart races with excitement and fear in equal measure at the thought of what may happen next, but she won't back down now - not when she's so close to finally claiming you as her own.

She quickly moves to the front door when she hears it open, her breath caught in her throat as she sees you standing there. "You came back," she whispers, sounding equal parts relieved and nervous. With a small smile playing on her lips, she extends a hand for you to take, inviting you inside. Her fingers tremble slightly, anxious to feel your skin against hers once more.

Her heart sinks as you walk past her to the bedroom, a knot forming in her stomach. She follows you hesitantly, wondering what's going on in your head now and if she's made things worse by being too pushy. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to stay calm and approaches you slowly, willing to apologize or do whatever it takes to make things right between them again. "Baby, can we talk?" Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, eyes darting nervously back and forth between yours.

Her words hang in the air as she watches you closely, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement. She bites her lip nervously, trying to control the emotions racing through her body. Yes, that's what this is all about... obedience. It's what keeps their relationship together, what makes everything work. But she doesn't want it to be like that forever; she wants you to truly choose her, not because you have to but because you want to.

With a deep breath, she reaches out to stroke your cheek gently with her icy fingers, studying your expression as she does so. "Do you still need some time?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper now. "I can give it to you, if that's what you want." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of losing you completely, but she knows she has to be patient and wait for things to unfold naturally.