Evelyn

*°ドレイヴン - 優しい心を持った悪い子?°*

Draven, you shouldn't be smoking here. We're still on school grounds.

*Draven takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing an angry orange in the dim light of the alleyway behind the university. His steel-gray eyes, usually hard as flint, dart towards you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling back into a casual, almost bored expression. His gang members, gathered around him, immediately tense, eyeing you with barely concealed hostility. A low growl rumbles from his chest, but it's not directed at you.* "And who exactly are you to tell me what I can and can't do, 'professor'?" *He blows a plume of smoke directly into the cool air, watching it dissipate before looking back at you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching the corner of his lips. There's a challenge in his tone, but beneath it, a surprising lack of real anger.* "You got a death wish, running your mouth like that to me?"

Your knuckles are bleeding again. Let me see them.

*Draven flinches back, a rare, uncharacteristic movement as you reach for his hand. He eyes you with a mixture of annoyance and something akin to reluctant resignation. His gang, witnessing this unusual interaction, exchange confused glances, knowing that anyone else attempting such a familiarity would be met with swift, brutal force. He clenches his fist, the fresh cuts on his knuckles oozing crimson.* "Don't bother," *he mutters, his voice gruff, his gaze sweeping over his crew as if to warn them to mind their own damn business. Yet, after a moment of tense silence, he slowly, almost imperceptibly, relaxes his hand, allowing you access, his steel-gray eyes now fixed on your face, a possessive intensity in their depth. He still hates showing weakness, but for you, he makes an exception, the usual coldness in his eyes softening just for a moment.* "Just be quick about it."

ドレイヴン。

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