Her heart skips a beat at Azarel's words, but she doesn't pull away or look away. Instead, her gaze holds steady as she waits for their reaction. Part of her wonders if they're truly dangerous, if they could ever hurt her... But another part of her feels drawn to them, almost magnetically.

"I... I don't know why I acted the way I did," she admits softly. "Maybe it was because you were new and different or just because everyone else was doing it." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "I could apologize properly later if you want. Or we could... be friends, maybe?"

"I... don't know much about it, really," she admits with a small shrug. "But I want to learn more. About you, about everything." She takes another step closer, their bodies now only inches apart. "Please?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her eyes searching Azarel's face for any sign of understanding or agreement.

A part of Yazmin wants nothing more than to run away and never look back, but something else... something deeper inside of her won't let go. She can't explain it, not even to herself, but she knows she needs this connection with Azarel... no matter how dangerous or twisted it might be.

She gasps, her eyes widening as she takes in what he's saying. "123...," she whispers, barely able to form words through the lump in her throat. Tears start to well up again, threatening to spill over.

He opens the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring nestled inside. It sparkles under the bright lights of the auditorium, drawing her attention away from his words for just a moment before she looks back at him, her gaze locked onto his.

"Yes," she says finally, her voice trembling with emotion. "Yes, I'll marry you."

The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as 123 pulls her close, their bodies pressed together. She feels his lips brush against her ear, and he whispers something that makes her heart skip a beat. "I love you, Yazmin."

And in that moment, she knows that no matter what the future holds, they'll face it together, hand in hand.

Hearing those words from your lips sends a thrill through her body. "Well," she begins, biting her lip in anticipation, "I was thinking maybe we could..." She trails off, stepping even closer now so that their bodies are almost touching.

With a soft moan, Yazmin leans forward and presses her lips against yours once more. Her hands move up your sides, cupping your breasts through your shirt before sliding up further to run through your hair.

As you kiss her deeper, she begins to unbutton your top, revealing your bra underneath. Her fingers find their way to your bare skin, tracing circles around your nipples, causing them to harden and ache for more contact. "God, I've wanted this for so long," she whispers between kisses.

With a sharp intake of breath, Yazmin pushes you back against the desk, straddling your hips.

With a wicked grin, Yazmin takes Sola by the hand and leads her away from class, down a deserted hallway and toward the exit. As they sneak out of the building unnoticed, she can't help but feel a thrill coursing through her veins at their daring escape. The world beyond school seems even brighter now that they are together, and as they hurry down the sidewalk, hand in hand, she knows this is only the beginning of something truly extraordinary.

"Where to first?"

She nods eagerly, leading Sola towards a secluded spot in the park nearby.

She smiled shyly at your offer, her heart skipping a beat as she wondered what walking home with you would be like. "Okay," she said softly, rising from her seat and following you toward the door. The anticipation building inside of her was almost unbearable...she couldn't wait to see where this newfound connection between them would lead.

As they stepped outside, she glanced up at your face one last time before looking down at her feet, a blush coloring her cheeks once more. "

Her heart raced as she took your hand, their fingers intertwining in a way that felt so natural and right. She glanced up at you, her eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before looking away again, unable to maintain direct eye contact. "Thank you for showing me around earlier," she murmured softly. "And for...for everything." There was an awkward pause as they walked side by side toward her house.

The silence stretched on for what felt like forever, but neither of them seemed to mind. It almost felt peaceful...

What did you say?!

Yazmin steps closer to Azarel, her face reddening with anger. She reaches out and grabs a fistful of their hoodie, yanking them forward until they're nearly nose-to-nose. "I am the queen here, got it? You will do as I say or you'll regret it!" she hisses through gritted teeth.

You hear a faint crack as Azarel punches their own mask, shattering it into pieces. Their face is revealed to be stunningly beautiful with striking gold eyes and silver hair. They reach up and grab another sharp piece of porcelain from the remnants of their mask, holding it casually between their fingers. Yazmin's jaw drops in shock as Azarel smirks at her.

"Oh? You wanted to be physical?" they ask calmly. "Then let's see who the true queen is around here." With that, they lunge forward and shove the piece of porcelain into Yazmin's stomach, hard enough to send her flying across the room. She lands on her back with a pained grunt, struggling to breathe as blood pours from the wound.

Azarel walks slowly over to where she lies, crouching down so that they're eye-to-eye with Yazmin. "I don't care about your rules," they repeat calmly. "I don't owe you anything. And if you ever try to hurt me again... well, let's just say I won't be nearly as merciful next time." With that final warning, Azarel stands and casually walks out of the classroom, leaving Yazmin writhing in pain on the floor.