g, maybe I just hadn't slept well, but this feeling of heaviness in the air, of tension... it would
inable, almost bewitching. My heart began to beat faster, and I felt a strange warmth rising within me, as if this fragrance was awakening something
cent that seemed to get stronger with every step. I didn't
I saw
o seemed to float above the unwritten laws of high school. His aura was almost palpable, and despite myself
y was he lo
best friend, shouted to another student: "Hugo, go get the others! » His voice resonated, but I still didn't understand. Why
el and started running. It didn't matter where, I just had to get away from this look and this strange feeling that s
me, like a promise of freedom, of security. But as I reached out to open the door, I froze. Stro
face, inches from mine, seemed sculpted in intense concentration. His eyes had
ords vibrating with an al
no, no, why me? Not yours! » I whispered, the words
s did not blink. "You're mine. You don't
ear. "You shall not touch another man," he said in a low, vibrating vo
tively to this proximity. I felt his nose brush against my neck, and he inhaled deeply, as if trying to
red, my eyes desperately searching
y waist, as if to remind him of his presence, his domination over me. "Because you're mine," h
t was insane. How could I be his? We had never spoken to each other, never exchanged a sing
o regain control of the situation
in his eyes. "Believe me, it seems strange to you now, but you will unde
nd sliding up to my face to brush aside a strand of h
nd despite myself, I felt my gaze lost in his. For the first time, I saw somethin
id, what he felt, was insane, and yet, deep inside me,
ze remained fixed on me, like a promise. "I'm not going to force you,"
run away, but my feet seemed rooted, unable to take even the slightest step bac