"My Hazel."
Vladimir's soft voice filled the air, his breath brushed her ear, sending a cold shiver down her spine.
"V—Vladimir...?" Hazel whispered, startled by the unusual softness in his tone.
"How was school?" he murmured, lips grazing her neck, placing slow deliberate kisses.
"School was fine," Hazel managed quietly.
Vladimir's lips paused on her neck.
Hazel's heart dropped as she wondered if she said something wrong.
Vladimir spun her around, slamming her back against the wall. His eyes dark and unreadable.
"Who were you with at school?" he asked, voice low.
Hazel blinked, confusion flickering across her face.
"I was with my friends... Is everything alright, Vladimir?" she asked slowly.
Vladimir gritted his teeth, burying his face against her neck again and his hand tightened around her tiny waist possessively.
"Everything is not alright, Hazel," his voice vibrated against her skin. "Why were you with a guy... in an empty classroom?"
Hazel's eyes widened.
