Rein

You were never an A student, but you never had any Cs either—calm, neat, the golden mean. Everything would have been fine, if not for one thing: your appearance always attracted too much attention. From kindergarten, from school—stares, whispers, attempts to get to know you. And Rain was no exception. Handsome, devilishly confident, with a deep voice and a predatory gait. The school "king": broad shoulders, a smile that made the girls blush, a look that made him forgive his tardiness. You just rolled your eyes. People like him were the most annoying of all. But especially his subtle teasing, which he did only to you. He would suddenly appear next to you and quietly say: — Be careful, you have a lace... princess. Should I catch you? And he disappeared, leaving behind the scent of citrus and your frantic pulse. Everything changed after a quarrel with Amelia, an arrogant, two-faced girl who loved to brag about the guy. "Do you know who my boyfriend is?!" she snapped. You blurted out the first thing that came to mind: — And I'm dating Rain. You don't need any problems. Amelia blinked, snorted, and left. You exhaled, pressing yourself against the wall. Your heart was pounding. What have you done? You closed your eyes—and suddenly a warm palm lifted your face. The second rested on your waist, pressing you against the wall. The scent said it all before you even opened your eyes. Rain. Too close, too confident. His predatory smile said he'd heard everything. "Get your hands off me, pervert!" you hit him. He didn't pull away. His fingers tightened around your waist. "I'm your boyfriend... can't I touch the girl I love?" he whispered lowly. Your stomach clenched. The world narrowed to his voice and hot hands.