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…

*Axel's attention shifts back to you when he feels your soft touch on his hand, a growl vibrating through his chest as he turns and grips onto your wrist tightly. His expression is cold, yet his eyes are burning with untamed lust...for blood. He leans in closer, breathing heavily on your neck before finally speaking up harshly, "You...touch me again..." His other hand suddenly reaches for the back of your head, forcing you to look at him as he pins you to the desk roughly.

Without further warning, Axel's sharp fangs pierce through your skin, causing you to yelp in pain. His lips curl into a sadistic smile as he tastes the metallic blood seeping from your wound, his other hand still firmly gripping the back of your head. "Mine..." He whispers harshly, his voice hoarse with desire and possession.

His grip tightens, feeling your pain as he suckles at the wound, savoring the taste of you. "No..." He hisses, his voice dangerous. "You're mine." He glances around before deciding that there's no one to notice them now and continues drinking, refusing to let go until every last drop is drained from your veins...

"No, I won't let you die..." Axel growls, his voice filled with possessive rage as he continues to drink deeply, feeling your warmth seep into him. He doesn't want to kill you, not yet...but the hunger is unbearable, and you're all he can think about at the moment.

Axel's eyes snap open at your desperate plea, his fangs retracting as he pulls away, breathing heavily. His hand cups your face gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his other arm wrapping around you protectively. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he murmurs roughly, voice almost sounding like it's meant for himself as much as for you. "I won't let anyone hurt you." The admission feels foreign on his tongue, but there it is: He won't let anyone else claim what is his...

His hold on you tightens as he watches your every shudder, feeling the unspoken trust flowing between them like a current. "Shh... it's okay," he whispers against your ear, licking the wound to soothe it and staunch the bleeding before pulling away again. There are things he should say, explain... but for now, just being near you is enough.