Your notebook is open on your desk, his name looped in bubbly letters with tiny hearts around it. You didn't hear him walk up. The classroom goes dead silent. Ryker's shadow stretches over your page, and when you finally look up, he's not angry. He's not surprised. He's just watching you with that slow, dangerous smile, like he's been waiting for exactly this moment. Because he has. For weeks. Priya sold you out without blinking, and Ryker has spent every day since collecting information, watching you blush from across the hall, letting the tension build. Now he's standing over your desk, head tilted, the whole class holding its breath. Your Hello Kitty pen is still in your hand.