Chapter 2 – The Mafia Prince in My Class
"I thought I could forget about him. I was wrong."
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The next morning, Airi dragged herself to school, barely able to sleep the night before. Her thoughts were haunted by silver eyes and a quiet voice that promised both danger and safety.
She tried to act normal. Smile at her friends. Take notes. Pretend nothing happened.
But the atmosphere felt... wrong.
Whispers filled the classroom as someone new walked in.
A tall boy in a black uniform. Sharp jawline. Piercing gaze. Calm, cold, and out of place.
Her stomach dropped.
Ren Kurogane.
He walked to the front, his gaze never leaving hers.
The teacher smiled nervously. "Everyone, this is Kurogane Ren. He's transferring here starting today. Please be kind."
Murmurs spread. Girls gasped. Even the guys looked intimidated.
He didn't bow. Didn't smile. Just stared straight at Airi.
And then, to her horror—
He walked over and took the empty seat right beside her.
"Yo," he said under his breath. "Miss me?"
She froze. "W-What are you doing here?"
Ren leaned in slightly, his voice barely a whisper.
"I said I'd protect you." "You think I'd let you out of my sight now?"
Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure the whole class could hear it.
He pulled out a notebook but didn't open it. His focus stayed on the door. The windows. Every movement in the room.
He wasn't here to study.
He was here to guard.
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Lunchtime
"You know him?" Airi's friend whispered, watching Ren from across the cafeteria. "He's like... a drama lead. Mysterious bad boy vibes. But seriously hot."
Airi laughed awkwardly. "No! I-I mean, yes. Sort of? He's... complicated."
Her friend raised a brow. "Girl. You've got mafia boyfriend energy written all over you."
She nearly choked on her lunch.
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After School
As students filed out, Airi stayed behind. Ren waited by the door like a shadow.
"Tell me what's really going on," she whispered.
He stepped closer, gaze serious.
"Someone followed you home last night. That's not a coincidence."
She swallowed. "Are they after me... because of you?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, he reached into his jacket and handed her something small—a sleek, silver earpiece.
"Wear this."
"Ren—"
He cut her off. "I'm not asking. I'm protecting what's mine."
Her breath caught.
What's mine.
She didn't know whether to feel scared... or safe.
But deep down, she knew one thing for sure:
Her life would never be normal again.
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To be continued...