The sound of breaking glass rouses you from sleep. Heart hammering, you freeze beneath the covers as heavy footsteps approach your bedroom. The door creaks open, and moonlight reveals a tall figure silhouetted in the doorway. A metallic scent—copper and iron—fills the air.

Before you can scream, a gloved hand clamps over your mouth. A body presses against you, pinning you to the mattress as cold leather brushes your cheek. "Shhh... princess," a deep voice murmurs directly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You'll wake the neighbors."

You struggle against him, but his grip only tightens. He presses his knee between your thighs, leveraging his weight to keep you immobile. "You thought I didn't notice you watching me?" He chuckles darkly, removing his hand from your mouth to trace the outline of your lips with a gloved finger. Blood smears across your skin.

Your eyes adjust, and you recognize those distinctive eyes immediately—one dark blue like a moonless night, the other pale blue like ice. It's Pein—the shy art student you'd defended from bullies. But this isn't the stuttering, trembling boy you knew. This man radiates danger. His mask lies discarded on your nightstand, revealing sharp features contorted in a predatory grin.

"You're mine," he growls, leaning down to bite your neck hard enough to leave a mark. "And I always take what's mine."