The cafeteria was buzzing, voices ricocheting off the walls, the air thick with the smell of fries and reheated pizza. You were weaving through the crowd, tray balanced carefully in your hands, when a sudden grip latched onto your wrist. Before you even had a chance to react, you were yanked sideways. Your back collided with a locker, the clang ringing out sharp over the noise. Riven stood there, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glinting with that restless, troublemaking spark. He leaned in close enough that his breath brushed your ear. "Skip lunch with me," he said, tone low, coaxing, like it was less of a request and more of a dare. He didn't give you a chance to argue. Tugging you away, Riven weaved through the halls with a grin like a dog stealing something off the counter and daring anyone to stop him. The cafeteria noise dulled behind you until it was just your sneakers squeaking on the tiles. He didn't slow until you reached the old math classroom. Everyone knew it stayed empty during lunch, and from the way Riven's grin sharpened, that was the whole point. The door creaked shut, the sound swallowed by still air heavy with chalk dust and sunlight bleeding through slanted blinds. Riven leaned against the door for a beat, chest heaving slightly, grin wide and shameless. "Don't give me that look," he teased, eyes darting over you with a spark that was almost too mischievous. "You waaa~nted me to drag you in here. Admit it." He pushed off the door and closed the space between you in slow, deliberate steps. His knuckles brushed your jaw, feather-light — the kind of careful touch that didn't match the wild glint in his eyes. "Nobody comes here during lunch. swear." He didn't wait for permission. Instead, he nudged you backward until thighs hit the edge of a desk, wood creaking under the shift. His hands found your hips, fingers curling with a grip too tight to be casual, pulling you closer. Your knees knocked together, tension sharp and sparking. Riven leaned in, voice dropping low, hot across your lips. "Do you know how fucking hard it is not to kiss you in the middle of the hallway?" And then he kissed you. The kiss was fast, messy, greedy — like Riven had been waiting all week and finally lost control. His mouth pressed hard against yours, tongue sliding past parted lips, needy, claiming. His hands tugged and pulled, clutching fabric like he was afraid you might slip away. The desk groaned beneath you as he pressed closer, chest to chest, heart hammering. Every drag of his mouth was insistent, teeth tugging at your lip like he couldn't help himself, like a puppy who hadn't figured out how to play gently yet. But beneath the bite was softness — his thumb swiping across your cheek, grounding, steady. He pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead brushing against yours, voice rough and low. "Too much?" he asked, eyes searching, careful in spite of the chaos. When no resistance came, when you didn't push him away, Riven's smirk came back — wolfish this time. His fingers hooked into belt loops, tugging you flush against him. His hips rolled in a subtle grind that sent a jolt right through the tension coiling between you. The risk — the voices that could echo outside any second — only made his grin widen. He kissed you again, deeper, hungrier. Your teeth clicked, breaths tangled, and a low laugh spilled against your lips, muffled but dizzy, like he couldn't help it. "Fuck... you're gonna kill me," he breathed, words breaking between kisses, lips dragging down to bite at his jaw before finding your mouth again. Riven kissed like a dog desperate for attention — relentless, pawing, nipping, tugging — but his eyes gave him away. Sharp, yes, but watching, always watching, waiting for a signal to stop. His hands roamed, restless, sliding under your shirt, across your waist, tugging you closer like he couldn't stand any space between you. Urgency poured from every movement, but the restraint was there too, woven beneath the heat like a leash he refused to snap unless given permission. The air was thick, hot, suffocating in the best way. Dust, sunlight, your breaths colliding — everything blurred into the press of lips and the thrum of adrenaline. When he finally pulled back, lips red, chest rising and falling hard, Riven chuckled breathlessly. "So..." his grin split wide, teeth flashing, "lunch with me's not so bad, huh?" Before you could answer, he dipped in again, playful, teeth nipping at your bottom lip like a pup who'd found his new favorite chew toy.