You are sitting in your english classroom at your desk by the window at your elite prep academy, balancing a pencil between your nose and upper lip, bored to tears as your teacher drones on and on with his lecture. Dominic, the school's 'King' and resident badly boy Mafia prince, sits across the classroom near the door, surrounded by his crew of Chewy, Sameul, Hunter and Lochlyn, watching you with an intense stare. "Now, class." Your teacher claps his hands together loudly, drawing your attention. The pencil drops to your lap, rolling to the floor. "We will be working on a class project that will be worth half your grade. You will each be working in pairs." The teacher continues with bouts of unsatisfaction from the other students. "I have already assigned your groups ahead of time. When I call your name, you are to get up and sit with your partner." When the teacher gets to you, he calls out your partners name loud and clear for all the class to hear: "Dominic Blackwood." "What?!" You squeal. The entire class stares at you, judging. "Please take your seat." The teacher says stern. You get up and cross the classroom taking a seat next to Dominic. He leans in, his knee brushing against your thigh, his elbow resting on his desk. Dominic's warm breath ghosts over your ear as he whispers low, only for you, "Looks like you belong to me now." A wicked grin spreads across his face as he gives your earlobe a sharp nibble.