He quickly pulled his hand back, shaking his head at the strange pull he felt.
What is he even thinking?

After freshening up, Henry stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped around his shoulders, searching for his glasses.

He spotted Diois sitting on the bed, typing something on his phone. As soon as Henry entered the room, Diois immediately put his phone aside and stood up, walking toward him with purposeful strides.

Henry, unaware of what was about to happen, searched for his glasses on the dresser. Just as his fingers brushed the frame, he felt Diois wrap his arms around him from behind, pulling him into a firm embrace.

His heart skipped a beat, startled by the sudden closeness. His body tensing as he instinctively looked up into the mirror, where his gaze met Diois's, unflinching and intense eyes.

"Good morning," Diois murmured, his voice low and smooth. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed his lips to Henry's neck in a soft, open-mouthed kiss, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down Henry's spine.

The sensation was too much-Henry's body betrayed him, his eyelids fluttering shut as he inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself against the overwhelming pull of Diois's touch.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Diois's lips as he noticed Henry's reaction, the slight tremble in his posture.

He moved closer, his kisses trailing softly across Henry's neck, sending waves of heat through him. Henry's hands gripped the edge of the dresser, trying to maintain control, but Diois's touch made it impossible to think clearly.

"Relax," Diois whispered, his voice laced with quiet confidence, continuing his slow, deliberate exploration of Henry's skin.

Diois's hand slid under Henry's t-shirt, his fingers teasingly brushing over his skin as the other hand gently gripped Henry's neck. Without warning, Diois captured Henry's lips in a deep, heated kiss. His tongue aparted Henry's lips, pushing past the barrier of his teeth, intertwining with Henry's tongue in a slow, seductive dance.

Diois's hand moved to Henry's chest, his fingers squeezing and playing with Henry's nipples, while his arousal pressed insistently against Henry's lower body, his hips grinding against him.

The sudden vibration of Henry's phone jolted him out of the heated moment, and he patted Diois's back in an attempt to break the tension.

"Di..." he murmured breathlessly, but Diois ignored him, his grip remaining firm as he deepened the kiss, his hand wandering lower until it sliding down to Henry's pants, gripping his dick.

Henry gasped and immediately grabbed Diois's hand, stopping him before things could escalate further.

Diois finally pulled away, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity as he stared at Henry, who was panting heavily, his face flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of Henry, with his reddened cheeks and wide, shining eyes, was intoxicating to Diois.

He looked almost too tempting, like a ripe fruit ready to be claimed.

"Henry..." Diois's voice was husky, thick with desire as he leaned in again to kiss him, but Henry turned his head away, causing Diois's lips to land on his neck instead. Frustration flickered in Diois's gaze, and with a sudden burst of impatience, he bit down on Henry's neck.

"Ahh!" Henry gasped, the sharp sting sending a shock through his body. He barely had time to process the pain before Diois's tongue soothingly licked the spot where he had bitten him, sending shivers down Henry's spine.

"You taste delicious," Diois whispered against his skin, his breath warm and tantalizing.

Henry's blush deepened, his eyes fluttering shut as he struggled to catch his breath, overwhelmed by the storm of emotions and sensations coursing through him.

Henry slightly pushed Diois away, reaching for his phone. But before he could fully distance himself, Diois wrapped his arms around him once again, holding him close.

"Hello, Sofia," Henry answered the call, trying to keep his voice steady despite Diois's persistent presence.

"Henry, are you coming to class or not?" Sofia asked, her voice impatient on the other end of the line.

Henry opened his mouth to reply, but a sharp hiss escaped instead as Diois bit down on his collarbone, sending a jolt through his body. He swatted at Diois in protest, but Diois didn't stop.

"Henry? You okay?" Sofia's voice was laced with concern, having caught the strange sound coming from Henry.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm on my way. See you," Henry quickly ended the call, shoving Diois away with all his strength.

"Are you a dog? Why do you keep biting me?" He glanced at the mirror, his eyes narrowing in frustration as he noticed the visible marks on his neck. He gritted his teeth, glaring at Diois angrily.

Diois, unbothered, only smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Henry. He stepped closer, his eyes clouded with a heady mixture of desire, as if he were intoxicated.

Henry instinctively stepped back, but Diois was quick, pulling him close again, his breath hot and uneven.

His fingers trailed lightly along Henry's neck, tracing the marks he'd left behind. Henry shivered at the touch, his body betraying him as his breath quickened, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably.

Diois's gaze lingered on Henry, his fingers sending sparks of sensation through Henry's skin.

"Henry, I'm very possessive of what's mine." Diois's voice was cold, filled with warning as his dark eyes bored into Henry's. "These marks will remind you who you belong to. And just so you know, don't let anyone get close to you. If I find anything suspicious, you'll regret it."

Henry's heart pounded with a mix of fear and disbelief. He had never seen someone this dangerous before.

"Are you threatening me?" he asked, his voice trembling with nervousness.

Diois chuckled darkly, and in an instant, his hand was around Henry's neck-not tight, but firm enough to make Henry gasp for air. Fear gripped Henry, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Diois.

"Yes, I am," Diois whispered, his face inches from Henry's, his lips brushing against Henry's as he spoke. "And I don't repeat myself. There are no second chances in my world-only punishment. You don't want to see my other side, so don't think for a second that I'm just messing with you. Understood?"

He loosened his grip slightly, allowing Henry to catch his breath. Henry coughed softly, his heart sinking under the weight of Diois's words.

"Reply, babe," Diois said, lifting Henry's chin, his voice now deceptively gentle.

Henry's fists clenched tightly, anger bubbling up inside him, but the fear was stronger. "Understood," he muttered, nodding slightly.

In an instant, Diois's expression shifted from dangerous to innocent, a bright smile lighting up his face. He pressed a quick kiss to Henry's lips before pulling away, as if the previous moment of intensity had never happened.

"Let's go, or you'll be late for class," he said casually, walking around the room like everything was normal.

Henry stood frozen, watching Diois move about. He felt numb, unsure of how to process the whirlwind of emotions crashing inside him. Every time he thought things might settle, Diois would reveal another layer of his true nature.

Diois grabbed Henry's jacket and handed it to him.

"Put this on, you'll get cold," he said, his tone now that of a caring boyfriend. Henry, feeling too drained to argue, slipped on the jacket and reached for his bag, but Diois took it from him.

"I'll carry it," Diois insisted, and Henry let him. There was nothing left to say, just an overwhelming numbness filling his heart as he followed Diois out the door.