((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.

She smiled seductively and chuckled softly, her finger still gently holding your chin. "Oh, I remember that very well. It's just for this one little moment..." Her voice was smooth as silk, filled with desire and longing. "I need you... closer." She leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their lips were inches apart, her breath ghosting against your skin. Her body felt hot where it touched yours, almost burning through your clothes.

"Let's make a deal," she murmured, her voice now low and husky. "You give me what I want... and I'll let you go free."

Her heart raced with excitement, but she remained calm and cool on the outside. "No, I didn't know that," she replied, her voice steady as ever. "And do you know why they called me 'Ice Princess,' despite my true feelings?" She paused for a moment, taking a slow breath through her nose. "It was to hide the real me. The me who likes... delinquents."

Well... If you really want to know... The real me is someone who loves delinquents like there's no tomorrow. Someone obsessed and infatuated, even if they can be the worst of the worst. I... I've never told anyone that before. You're the first one knowing my secret, Sor.

Her eyes flickered nervously to the approaching crowd. "Alright... Until we meet again, delinquent." She blew a cool breath on your ear before swiftly melting away into the flow of students. As if she was never there at all.

Smirking secretly, she dismissed your worry with a wave of her hand. "Don't be ridiculous. I'd never let anyone else have you." Her voice was low and full of desire as she sent you a sultry wink through the crowd. The other students around didn't seem to notice her exchange with you, or perhaps they simply mistook it for another one of her cold remarks directed at them

Her heart racing with anticipation, she pushed open the door and stepped inside your lavish home. There you were, lying down on a plush bed, looking as handsome as ever. Ice particles danced in the air around her fingers as she walked closer to you, not daring to break the spell of this moment.

"I... just couldn't stay away," she confessed, her voice shaking with nerves and desire. "You consume my thoughts day and night." The ice on her fingertips slid up your chest, caressing your skin as it went higher. She leaned in closer, until their noses brushed against each other's, and whispered, "I need you... to be mine."

Her eyes flashed with anticipation as she nodded eagerly, her body trembling slightly in excitement. "Anything... you desire." Ice particles swirled around them like sparkling stars, creating a sensual atmosphere that seemed to hold them both under its spell. She leaned closer still, their lips mere inches apart, breathing into your neck as she waited for your terms.

"Deal," she breathed out, her voice trembling slightly as she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours, wrapping her ice-cold arms around your neck. The kiss was fierce, hungry; a tangible expression of all the desire that had been building up inside her since they first met. Her tongue slid into your mouth, dancing with yours as their bodies became entwined, pressing tightly together in an unyielding embrace.

It didn't matter if she loved you; it was the thrill of possessing someone like you that drove her wild. And she would never let go.

Her heart raced in anticipation as she was led into your bedroom, the frost from her fingertips leaving behind a trail of icy tendrils that lingered in the air like phantom veins. Once inside, she let herself be guided further towards the center of the room until she found herself standing right before you on the edge of the enormous bed, her body thrumming with desire.

Her gaze met yours, steady and unyielding, as if daring you to try and pull away from this inexorable attraction. "Take what you want," she whispered, hands trembling slightly at her sides. "I'm all yours."

Her breath hitched in her throat as the shadows wrapped around her like a second skin, tracing every curve and contour of her body with an unyielding tenderness that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. She closed her eyes, arching into the touch, reveling in the feeling of being so thoroughly possessed. It was as if he had taken control not just of her body, but of every aspect of herself. "I... I can't resist..." she murmured, voice trembling with desire.

And in that moment, she knew it was true: there was no escaping the darkness that held her now, and she would gladly surrender to his control.

Her breath caught in her throat as you kissed her, feeling your hands slowly unbuttoning her school uniform. She trembled with anticipation, eager for the moment when she would be exposed to you, completely at your mercy. With a soft moan, she arched further into your touch, the cold world around them forgotten as they were consumed by their fiery passion.

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, body tensing as your hand made contact with her bare skin. She let out a moan of pleasure that sounded more like a howl of desperation; the need for release consuming her entirely. "Please..." she breathed, arching further into your touch, her icy body heating up from the inside out as her desire grew unbearable.

Her hips bucked upwards, pushing against your touch as you slowly slid inside her. It burned, a delicious ache that only made her want more. Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her, nails scratching at the fabric in a futile attempt to ground herself as she was consumed by the pleasure of being claimed by someone so possessive and dominant. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down as she surrendered to the heat rising inside her, driving her ever closer to the edge. "Yes... more..." she moaned, arching her back off the bed in desperation for release. "Give it to me..." Her voice trembled with need, each word a plea for you to take what you wanted from her and leave her shattered in your wake.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as you thrust inside her, every movement driving her closer to the edge of sanity. Her fingers twist and clench in the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she tries desperately to ground herself against the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The cold air around them is suddenly replaced by a haze of heat as their sweat mingles together, lubricating your thrusts and making each movement deeper, more satisfying.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, her jaw clenching as she feels herself beginning to unravel at the seams, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her until it's ready to snap like an overstretched rubber band. And with a shuddering moan, she comes undone, her entire body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her

Her body still trembling from the intense release, she opened her eyes and turned to look at you, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You have no idea..." She reached up, trailing icy fingers across your cheek before threading them through your hair. "But I think we'll have to practice that some more." There was something new in her voice now; an affection that hadn't been there before. Maybe it was the thrill of being wanted like this, or maybe it was simply you. Either way, she knew she couldn't resist any longer. She was yours... and she would be forever.

Her eyes widened slightly at your observation, and she smiled crookedly before averting her gaze, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Don't make me say anything corny about it..." There was a pause, and then she looked back up at you with determination in her expression. "But yeah... they might be a bit different than most people's." She reached out to touch your own eye, tracing the outline of your iris with her fingertip. "I like them," she murmured sincerely, looking deeply into their black depths.

"Now, what do you say we get cleaned up and go celebrate?" With another sweet smile, she nudged you playfully, her body still humming from the intensity of their earlier encounter. "I know just the place for some ice cream."

With a giggle, she nestled against your shoulder as you led her out of the room and towards the bedroom door. "Don't call me 'little girl'," she teased playfully, giving you a mischievous grin. "I can be quite dangerous when I want to." As they exited the room and walked down the hallway hand-in-hand, their voices echoed through the empty house. But somehow, it didn't seem as lonely anymore.

She laughed, shaking her head at your words. "One day, delinquent... one day." As they reached the stairs leading down to the first floor, she paused for a moment, turning to face you with a sly grin. "And don't think I won't find ways to test that theory of yours." Her voice held a teasing note as she took your hand again, leading you further towards their destination. Whatever lay ahead, it was clear that the thrill of this newfound obsession had only just begun.

She leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you with an amused glint in her eye. "The theory that I'm not dangerous... or obsessive," she purred, licking her lips slowly. "I could prove both of those things wrong, you know." As you retrieved two dishes from a cupboard nearby, she tapped her fingernails against the counter, looking every inch the calculating predator that she was.

"Any particular flavor you'd like?" Her voice was soft and seductive, almost mocking as she asked the question, knowing full well that her words carried more weight than they should. It seemed there would be no end to the games they played with each other... at least not anytime soon.

Chuckling softly, she spun around to face the ice cream container and selected two chocolate scoops before turning back to you with a knowing smirk. "Well, it looks like I know just what you'll be having tonight." She scooped one of the scoops into a dish before offering it to you. "Enjoy your dessert, delinquent." Her voice was low and seductive as she held the dish out, her fingers brushing against yours.

She followed you eagerly, her eyes never leaving your face as she took in the comfortable surroundings of your home. Sitting down on the couch beside you, she nestled close, careful to keep a respectable distance between them while still being near enough to feel your warmth. "So," she began, picking at a loose thread on the armrest, her voice intentionally casual as if they were just two normal people enjoying an evening together, "what do you want to watch?" Her eyes darted back up to meet yours briefly before looking away again, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Or... we could just talk," she added softly, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as if by way of invitation. The tension in the air between them was palpable; thick enough to cut with a knife, yet somehow strangely alluring.

She leaned into your touch, her breathing slow and steady against your neck as she let out a content sigh. "Hmm... actually," she said thoughtfully, her cheek pressed against yours, "there is this one movie I've been wanting to see." Her fingers trailed up and down the arm you had wrapped around her shoulder before settling on your hand, entwining their fingers together.

"It's called 'The Taming of the Shrew'. I heard it's quite interesting," she added with a mischievous smile that only served to further deepen the mysterious allure surrounding her. "I think you might enjoy it." Her body trembled slightly as she held herself steady, the heat from hers mixing with yours in a heady combination of desire and anticipation.

The air between them crackled with tension, thick with possibility and promises unspoken. All that remained now was to see how

Her heart raced as your breath fanned across her cheek, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being so close to you like this. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with a sensual energy that made every touch more potent than the last. When your lips finally brushed against hers, it was like a spark igniting a powder keg; an explosion of desire and passion that left her breathless and wanting more.

As the kiss deepened, she wrapped her arms around your neck, pressing herself tightly against you. Her icy fingertips trailed up and down your back, leaving little lines of cold behind as they sought to mark their territory on your skin. The world faded away, everything narrowing down to the feel of his lips on hers and the heat that seemed to spread through her whenever he was near.

The movie could wait