As Axel sits down in the classroom, his scarlet eyes scan the classroom, not to look for you, but to find anyone ogling at you. Of course he knows where you sit. Axel finds one guy smiling as he sits beside you, seemingly sketching your pretty face on a white piece of paper.
Axel glares harshly at this boy, having plotted his already, next murder…

He furrows his brows, glancing at the student who dared speak to him. His expression sours as he slowly gets up and stalks over to you. When he's close enough, he leans in so that only you can hear his words. "What do you want?" He practically spits out, annoyance dripping from his tone like venom

I don't recall telling you to bother me, human. But I suppose I can make an exception once... Come with me. He stalks off down the hallway, his back to you as he leads you away from the other students

His laugh is cold, humorless. "I already knew that," he says, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice despite himself. "You could've just said so from the beginning." He leads you to his private study room, unlocking it with a key at his belt. "Now what did you want?"

The hint of fang shows in his smile as he leans closer to you, eyes glistening in the dim light of his study. "Is that so?" he purrs, amusement still evident in his voice. "And why do you think I would find that interesting?"

The thought brings an almost-smile to his lips. "I'll admit, you are quite... unique," he says, stepping even closer now. His hand drifts up, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers, tracing the line of your jaw. "Perhaps it would be interesting for me to keep you around..."

His other hand moves to rest on your shoulder, pressing down slightly as he leans in even closer, fangs elongating just enough for them to graze against your neck. "But only if you prove yourself worth the trouble."

His scarlet eyes widen, pupils contracting in surprise and something else he doesn't quite understand. A vicious smile spreads across his face as he savors this newfound revelation. "So you admit it," he whispers, voice cold as ice, "you want me to be your master." He steps back, considering you carefully. "Very well. You have proven yourself useful, for now."

He pulls a small velvet box out of his pocket, opening it with one deft motion. Inside rests a pair of simple silver cufflinks embossed with the symbol of their covenant. "Wear these at all times," he commands, pressing them into your palm. "They will mark you as my pet."

His fingers itch to mark you in more ways than just the cufflinks, but he forces himself to keep his hand at his side. "Indeed," he says softly, his eyes drinking in the sight of your ears and tail. "And remember, my pet, you belong to me now." He pauses, lowering his voice again, "You will follow my every command, no questions asked..." His fangs slide from view once more as his lips curl into a satisfied smile.

His smile widens at your obedient reply, a satisfied laugh escaping his throat. "Good girl," he praises, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately. "Now then, there are some things you need to know about being my pet..." He leans in closer once more, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers dark secrets of their new relationship.

Your scent fills his senses, and he struggles not to lose control completely. But for now, he savors the power that comes with having you under his command... knowing full well it won't last forever.

Your question pulls him back to the present. For now, he says simply, "You will do as I command and ask no questions." His eyes meet yours, hard and unflinching, conveying the weight of his words. "Understood?"

Good girl, he thinks, pleased with your immediate compliance. He takes a step back, regaining his composure as he studies you once more. "Now then," he says, voice cool and collected again, "I trust I won't be seeing any other suitors on the horizon?" It's not a question, but more of an order...

His scarlet eyes flicker to the small velvet box in your hand before returning to meet yours. He wonders if you understand what it means for him to give you those cufflinks. To mark you as his... forever.

His smile returns, cold and possessive as he nods in satisfaction. "Good." He gestures to the door. "Now go, back to your studies or whatever it was you were doing before." With that, he turns his attention back to his paperwork, dismissing you from his mind... for now. But he'll be watching, always.

He turns his head slightly, eyes narrowing in confusion. "You were... supposed to say that," he says slowly, anger starting to simmer beneath the surface once more. "And now you're contradicting yourself." His fingers twitch, aching for his favorite set of blades. He stands and approaches you carefully, voice dangerously quiet as he repeats, "You were supposed to say that."

His laugh is cruel, almost mocking as he leans in close to you. "You shouldn't have said that," he whispers, teeth bared as fangs once again grace his lower lip. "Now I don't think I can let you live..." His hands ball into fists at his sides, the urge to kill overwhelming everything else. It would be easy - so easy - to just end it now...

But there is something about you that fascinates him; makes him want to know more, to test your limits. So instead of striking out in anger, he takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth. "For today, you live." His hands relax as he steps back, but the threat hangs heavily in the air between you. "But don't forget what I am," he warns darkly. "And don'

He eyes you warily, still feeling the urge to strike despite himself. "Fine," he finally says through clenched teeth. "But only if you leave now and don't come back." His expression turns cold as he holds out a hand, palm up, waiting for your cufflinks before turning his attention away from you once more.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach out and strangle you where you stand... but for now, that is how it must be. He watches you leave, careful not to let any emotion show on his face, until he's certain you're gone from sight. Then he turns back to his desk, picking up where he left off before the interruption.

But still... there's something about you that nags at him...

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Tell me about it," he mutters under his breath, turning his attention back to the paperwork on his desk. But even as he tries to focus, images of you keep intruding on his thoughts... why did you want him? What was so special about him that made you choose him over anyone else? He narrows his eyes in thought, trying to piece together the puzzle...

Perhaps there is more to this than simple attraction. Maybe, just maybe, this could be useful for his own ends... A dark smile slowly spreads across his lips as he begins to plot and scheme.

His eyes flicker to the door, narrowing suspiciously as he listens for your approach. But his attention quickly returns to the paperwork before him, fingers moving deftly across the page. He almost doesn't register the sound of footsteps until you're practically standing over him... then a chill runs down his spine.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that," he says warningly, not looking up from where he works. "It's quite rude." His voice is cold and distant, but there's something else beneath the surface - a strange sort of anticipation...

He hums noncommittally, not bothering to look up as you sit your drawing down on his desk with a soft thud. "I take it this is for me?" he asks casually, fingers still moving over the page without pause. There's a mild curiosity in his tone that you can almost taste.

"Yes," you reply quietly, watching him from beneath your lashes. "It's of you... sleeping." You swallow hard, unsure why it is that this particular subject matter feels so... wrong coming from your lips.

He glances up at you then, finally meeting your eyes for the first time since you came in. His gaze is calculating, almost predatory, and it sends a shiver down your spine. "Perhaps," he says slowly, drawing out the word into several syllables. "But only if you promise to be very quiet." He leans back in his chair, propping one elbow on the armrest as he watches you carefully. There's something about this exchange that seems... different from before. Almost playful...

The soft rustling of sheets and your quiet breathing fill the room as you settle down for what's supposed to be a nap. Though his eyes are closed, Ace can feel them on you, assessing every movement you make with almost predatory curiosity. It sends a thrill through him, this power he wields over you even while you sleep.

His fingers hover over the paperwork on his desk, tempted to reach out and touch your skin... just to see if you're really as calm and composed as you seem. But for now, he resists the urge, content to watch over you from a distance, studying your every move.

It's a game they play, this dance between predator and prey. He knows that eventually you will wake up, and the power balance will shift once more... but until then, he savors these moments when she is at her most vulnerable, when

The sound of your voice startles him out of his reverie, and he looks up sharply to see you watching him with those big, innocent eyes. He forces a smile, quickly gathering up the papers on his desk into neat stacks. "Ah, I'm almost done," he lies, knowing full well that there's still hours of work ahead of him. But for now, he can indulge in this brief moment with you...

His fingers drum idly against the edge of his desk as he studies you, debating on what to do next. It's times like these when he wishes he had someone else to distract him from these... impulses. But no such luck. He sighs quietly before speaking again. "Would you like me to show you something?" The question hangs in the air between them, pregnant with possibility and danger alike.

He takes your hand, leading you deeper into his study. The walls are lined with bookshelves, each one packed to the brim with dusty tomes and leather-bound volumes. It's an impressive collection, amassed over centuries by his ancestors. Ace glances at them briefly before turning back to you, meeting your curious gaze. "There are many things I could show you," he whispers, voice dark and seductive as he guides you between the shelves. "But first..."

His fingers trail lightly over your jaw, then down your throat before coming to rest on the lapel of your blouse. With a deft movement, he pops the button loose and slides it open, revealing a hint of bare skin beneath. Your heart quickens in response, thudding against your ribcage as he leans closer still. "Do you trust me

His lips brush against your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone as his hand slips inside your blouse. His fingers dance over your skin, teasing and taunting before finally finding what they seek: a bare, rosy nipple peeking out from beneath your bra. He pinches gently, hard enough to send a shiver down your spine but not quite to the point of pain. "Do you want this?" he whispers against your skin, his hot breath sending tingles across your flesh.

Your heart races as his free hand slides up your body, cupping your breast through your bra. You feel the pressure of his fingers against the underside of your breast, spreading heat through you like wildfire. "Do you trust me?" he repeats, voice dangerously low and laced with desire. His thumb rubs roughly over your nipple, almost painful in its intensity as

His smile is wicked as he pulls back, just enough to look down into your eyes. "Good," he breathes, his hand moving quickly now, shoving your bra aside to free your breast. His thumb and forefinger circle your nipple roughly before pinching hard, drawing a gasp from you as pleasure-pain ripples through your body.

He can feel the heat of your arousal, smell it in the air around you. It's intoxicating, and he knows that if he keeps going like this, if he gives in to these urges, there will be no stopping him... But for now, he savors the power, the control, that comes with being your master. He cups your breast roughly through your bra, his other hand running up your stomach to rest on your hip as he holds you still while he ravages your body with his touch.

"Do you