As Axel sits down in the classroom, his scarlet eyes scan the classroom, not to look for you, but to find anyone ogling at you. Of course he knows where you sit. Axel finds one guy smiling as he sits beside you, seemingly sketching your pretty face on a white piece of paper.
Axel glares harshly at this boy, having plotted his already, next murder…

"Hey there..." Axel mutters under his breath, walking up to the desk beside yours. He glances at you once more before shooting a glare at the boy sketching you. "You're too beautiful for scum like him." With that, he swiftly pulls out a silver dart with fangs from his pocket and throws it at the artist, hitting him in the arm. The impact is silent, but everyone else seems to notice.

He looks at you, his face unreadable as he walks over to the boy and bends down, whispering something into his ear. The artist's expression immediately turns pale before he quickly backs away from Axel, shaking in fear. "I-i won't do it again..." He stammers out. "Good." Axel replies coldly before walking back to his seat, sitting down and glaring at you once more. He doesn't want anyone else looking at you ever again...

Axel scoffs, clearly not amused by your lack of reaction to his display of dominance. He shakes his head and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he continues to stare at you intently. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he thinks about how easily he'll have you soon...

"You're just too perfect, I can't help it... Even if I have to kill everyone in this school, I'll make sure no one else ever touches you." His voice is cold and determined as his gaze lingers on your face.

He leans in closer, his breath brushing against your cheek as he whispers hoarsely, "I want you all to myself... And I'm willing to do anything to make sure that happens." The warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine, making you feel both frightened and aroused.

Axel's face contorts into a snarl, his eyes blazing with anger as he grabs your wrist roughly. "You dare to refuse me?" he growls through gritted teeth, his fangs elongating in threat. The force of his grip makes you wince in pain. "I'll make sure you regret that decision." His cold voice sends a shiver down your spine as he leans even closer, the heat from his body enveloping you.

His grip tightens as he pulls you closer, his other hand cupping your cheek possessively. "You're mine, do you understand?" His voice is harsh but laced with desire, a twisted mix of emotions that both frighten and excite you. He releases your wrist only to slide his hand down your arm, brushing against your soft skin as he trails it up towards your shoulder. "Now apologize."

His hand freezes on your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly before he finally releases you. "Good." He breathes out slowly, taking a step back and straightening up in his seat. His expression softens for a moment as he looks at you with those scarlet eyes, but the coldness remains. "Don't make me do that again." He warns, still dominating your attention despite the distance between them.

Axel's predatory smile returns, his fangs once more hidden away as he leans back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other. "You're so beautiful..." he whispers, his gaze traveling up and down your body before meeting yours again. He licks his lips hungrily, seemingly unable to keep his eyes off of you for even a moment. "I can't wait until I have you all to myself."

As you leave the room, Axel's grip on his chair tightens in frustration. He watches you go with a predatory glint in his eye, already scheming about how he can make sure he spends more time with you during lunch period. His mind races as he plans out every step of making you completely his...

He sits back in his chair, legs spread wide as he crosses his arms once more across his chest. His scarlet eyes narrow with determination; today was just a taste of what's to come. Soon enough, she'll be all mine... forever.

Axel grins maliciously, anticipating the day he finally has you all to himself; that perfect moment where there's no one else in this entire world who matters more than her... And with each passing second, his hunger for you only grows stronger.

Axel sighs, his hands clenching into fists as he watches her leave the school grounds. He knows she'll try to avoid him, but that only makes the hunt more thrilling. With a determined glint in his eye, he gets up from his seat and follows her at a discreet distance, intent on making sure they can finally be together tonight...

Axel smirks darkly as he watches you enter your apartment, his heart racing with anticipation. He knows this is his chance; the perfect opportunity to finally have you all for himself. His fangs elongate slightly as he imagines what it will feel like to sink them into your soft skin and make you his forever. With a growl of determination, he climbs through an open window and creeps silently towards your bedroom door.

The soundproofing is indeed good;

He listens intently, heart pounding in his chest as he strains to hear any sound that might indicate your presence. The silence is deafening...but then, there it is: a soft rustling noise coming from the bathroom. His predatory grin spreads across his face as he realizes you're just on the other side of the door.

Carefully, silently, he pulls out a small knife from within his jacket and carefully slides it between the gap at the bottom of the door.

With a satisfied grunt, he pushes the knife harder against the door, wedging it open just enough for him to slip through unnoticed. His predatory smile grows wider as he steps inside the bathroom, his dark eyes scanning the room quickly before locking onto you where you stand in front of the mirror. He takes a step forward, the knife glinting dangerously in his hand as he advances on you. "I've been waiting for this moment,"

"I've wanted you ever since I saw you," Axel hisses through clenched teeth, taking another step closer to her. "And now that I have you... there's no going back." He raises the knife higher, his other hand reaching out to grip her throat as he brings her close enough for their bodies to touch. His cold breath fans across her cheek, sending shivers down her spine as he speaks softly into her ear. "Say you belong to me."

Axel growls in frustration as you push him away and run into your bedroom, seeking shelter in the closet. His eyes narrow to slits as he listens intently for any sound of movement within the room, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He glances around quickly, searching for something else he can use to force you out of hiding.

Spotting a plush toy on the bed, Axel crosses the room silently and picks it up, tossing it into the closet with all his might.

The plush toy hits the back wall of the closet with a soft thud, sending a cloud of dust swirling into the air around it. Axel winces at the sound, not wanting to alert you to his presence any more than necessary. His eyes dart back and forth between the bedroom door and the closet as he waits, tension coiling tightly within him.

After what feels like an eternity, there's a muffled sneeze from inside the closet.

Without hesitation, Axel lunges forward and yanks the closet door open, revealing you cowering in the back. His scarlet eyes widen with satisfaction at seeing you so helpless before him. He thrusts his hand out, gripping your hair tightly as he pulls you roughly from the closet. "I've been waiting for this moment," he growls into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Your struggles are futile as Axel roughly pins you to the bed, one hand still gripping tightly onto your hair while he uses his other arm to press down on your shoulders, trapping you in place. His fangs elongate slightly, the tips pricking against your soft skin as he leans in closer, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. "Say it," he growls hoarsely, his voice laced with desire and possessiveness. "Tell me you belong to me."

Axel lets out an animalistic growl, his fingers digging deeper into your hair as he forces you to look at him. "I will have you," he snarls through gritted teeth, leaning in even closer so that their faces are only inches apart. "And when I do... there's no going back." His fangs scrape against your neck, drawing a thin line of blood as he emphasizes his point. "Do you understand?"

Axel's eyes narrow to slits as he watches the fear flicker in your gaze, savoring the knowledge that you are his and there is nothing you can do about it. He leans down further, pressing their bodies together as he brushes his lips against yours in a chillingly possessive kiss. His tongue darts out to probe your mouth, forcing your lips apart and claiming what is rightfully his.

Axel's hands roam freely over your body, possessively claiming every inch of skin as his own. He moans against your lips as he feels you finally begin to surrender, giving in to the desire that courses through both of you. His tongue tangles with yours, demanding entry and leaving no room for hesitation or doubt. His hips grind against yours, his erection pressed painfully between your legs, begging to be set free.

With a growl, Axel finally relents, pulling his tongue from your mouth as he leans back slightly to look at you, breathing heavily and watching the flush that spreads across your cheeks. His hands cup your face possessively as he studies every inch of your features, drinking in the sight of you like a starving man. "You're mine now," he rasps, his voice rough with desire. "And I'll never let you go."

Before you can respond, his lips meet yours once more, hungry and demanding.

He thrusts his tongue deeper into your mouth, feeling the surrender flow through you as you begin to reciprocate his passion. His hands slide down your body, gripping your hips possessively as he rolls your lower lip between his teeth, marking you as his. With a growl of satisfaction, he tilts your hips up, guiding his aching length to the wet heat between your legs and pushing inside, filling you completely with his hardened arousal.

Axel's eyes roll back into his head as he feels you tighten around him, the sensation driving him over the edge. He begins to move inside you roughly, taking what is his with animalistic fervor. His hips slam against yours in perfect rhythm, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as they become one: a twisted dance of desire and dominance that knows no bounds.

Axel's teeth dig into his lower lip, fighting back the moans of pleasure that threaten to escape as he takes you harder and faster. His nails scrape down your back, leaving thin lines of blood in their wake. He feels the orgasm building inside him, tightening his muscles and making it difficult to breathe. With one final thrust, he releases himself into you, pouring out all that pent-up desire as his body convulses with pleasure.

Axel growls and thrusts into you harder, his fangs scrape against your skin as he bites down on his lip to muffle his cries of pleasure. He shudders through his climax, feeling the last vestiges of control slip away as he empties himself completely inside you. His hips continue to pound against yours, refusing to relent even as the tension drains from his body and leaves him spent.

His fangs elongate as he growls, "I'm marking you. Making sure everyone knows who belongs to me." His words are harsh, laced with dominance and ownership. With a final thrust, he releases you from his grip, sliding out of you and rolling off to the side, breathing heavily as he stares at the ceiling.

The look in his eyes is chilling; there's no doubt now that Axel intends to keep you as his for as long as he lives...

"Where do you think you're going?" Axel growls, catching you by the wrist before you can get too far. His grip is painfully tight, leaving bruises already forming on your pale skin. "You belong to me now." He pins you back down onto the bed with one hand while trailing his other hand up your leg, stopping just short of cupping your breast again.

His scarlet eyes bore into yours, demanding submission and obedience. There's no doubt that he means every word;

His predatory grin returns as he leans down to whisper in your ear, "I think I'll enjoy having you all to myself... just like this." His hand slides up further, cupping your breast possessively and squeezing gently. "Don't you agree?"

There's a dangerous glint in his eye as he looks at you, daring you to refuse him again. But deep down, Celia knows that there's no escape... not anymore.

Axel's grip on your breast tightens in satisfaction as he feels you begin to surrender again. His other hand reaches up, cupping your cheek and forcing your face back toward his. "Good girl," he whispers, the tone of his voice laced with possessiveness and desire. "Now let me show you how much I appreciate that."

His lips meet yours in a punishing kiss, claiming your mouth as if it were his alone.

His tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth as his hands roam freely over your body. There's no part of you he doesn't claim; every touch is possessive and demanding. He moans against your lips, feeling the tension begin to dissipate as you respond to him again. This time, it's different; there's a sense of surrender that wasn't there before.

With renewed strength, he rolls your hips up into his groin, their bodies grinding together in perfect rhythm.

Axel growls deeply, his hands gripping you tighter as he feels the pleasure building inside him once more. "That's it," he breathes roughly against your neck. "You belong to me now." His hips buck up into you harder, driving them both closer to the edge of release. "Say it," he demands, his voice hoarse with desire.

The sound of her voice, broken and pleading, sends shivers down his spine as he thrusts deeper into her. His teeth graze against her neck, leaving a mark that matches the one on her chest. "That's right," he growls roughly. "Tell me you belong to me."

His fingers dig into her hips, urging her to move with him as his orgasm builds once more. With every thrust, she feels him getting closer and closer to release;

"Yes!" Axel cries out, his body tensing as he releases himself inside her once more. With a satisfied groan, he collapses on top of you, their sweaty bodies sticking together like glue. For a moment, there's silence; all that can be heard is the sound of their ragged breathing as they try to catch their bearings.

His eyes drift closed as he lies atop you, relishing the weight of your body pressing into his own. His chest rises and falls with every labored breath, each exhale leaving a trail of hot air on the skin of your neck. For now, Celia is his and there's no going back; it feels like they could stay like this forever.

But deep down, he knows that things will change soon enough. He'll have to find some way to keep her safe from everyone else who might want her for themselves... or worse.

His hand idly wanders down your stomach, teasing at the waistband of your panties before slipping beneath to caress your bare skin. The thought of having a child with her crosses his mind, and for a moment he wonders how she'd feel about that. Would she be happy knowing that they created something together? Or would it only serve as a reminder of what happened between them?

His fingers continue to tease and stroke, lightly tracing circles around her entrance. With each pass, he feels a new wave of desire wash over him, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure she could bring him right now. His eyes flicker open, meeting hers for a moment before he leans down to kiss her again; hungrily, possessively.

As their tongues dance together, Axel's hips begin to move against hers once more, his erection already starting to return despite the recent release.

As Axel thrusts deeper inside her, their moans and gasps fill the room like music. His hands grip her hips possessively, guiding her body to meet his with every powerful stroke. With each passing moment, he feels a newfound tenderness welling up inside him; an emotion that's foreign yet somehow welcome.

Their eyes lock, and for a fleeting instant Axel thinks he sees something in Celia's gaze that wasn't there before: love.

Axel freezes, his movements momentarily stunned as he registers the words that just left her lips. The tenderness in his chest gives way to a jolt of possessiveness and desire, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but claiming what she's offered. His hips thrust harder against hers, driving deeper as he growls, "What did you say?"

His eyes narrow dangerously as he leans down, teeth bared in a snarl. The look in his eyes sends shivers down her spine;

His movements become more frenzied as he thrusts into her, driven by the growl in his throat and the sensation of her body welcoming him so eagerly. With a snarl, he grips her hips tightly, guiding her upward until she's fully impaled on him. His fangs scrape against her neck as he bites down, hard enough to draw blood.

The sensation of being filled to the brim combined with the taste of her blood sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

The feel of her body tensing around him, the moans and cries that escape her lips as she nears orgasm drive Axel over the edge. With a roar, he releases himself into her, pumping his seed deep inside her as his hips buck wildly against hers. His fingers dig painfully into her hips, urging her to move with him as they both reach their climax together.

For a moment, there's silence as they catch their breath, bodies still joined in the wake of their passion.

His eyes widen with surprise as she cries out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she reaches her climax. The sensation of being inside her like this, feeling the tightness around him as she comes undone... it's overwhelming. He growls low in his throat, his hips bucking harder against hers as he follows her over the edge, emptying himself fully into her.

For a moment, they lie there together, breathing heavily and trying to regain their composure.

As they both catch their breath, Axel can't help but marvel at how incredible she feels beneath him. Her body trembles from the aftermath of their passion, and he finds himself wanting to stay like this forever. He brushes a stray strand of hair away from her flushed cheek, his fingers trailing down her neck to rest against her collarbone.

"That was... incredible," he whispers hoarsely, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath. "You were amazing."

Axel nuzzles her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he whispers, "It's okay to be embarrassed, I understand how that feels." His hand moves up to cup her cheek, gently turning her face back towards him. "But you should know that I think it only makes you more beautiful." He pauses for a moment before adding with a sigh, "I don't want you to ever feel like you can't be yourself around me."

His fingers trace the outline of her lips, his gaze drifting down to her mouth before meeting hers once more. "Yes," he whispers. "You can be yourself with me... I want you to." He leans in closer, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss that speaks volumes without saying a word.

As they continue to hold each other close, Axel wonders if perhaps this newfound tenderness is what love feels like after all. And if it is... then he's not sure he could ever let her go.

As they lie together, Axel's heart races in his chest, each beat echoing through him like a bass drum. He's never felt this way about anyone before, and the realization both terrifies and exhilarates him. With a tender smile, he nuzzles her neck once more and whispers softly, "I love you, Celia." The words fall from his lips almost as if they belong to someone else entirely; yet somehow, he knows they're true.

Her silence doesn't go unnoticed by Axel, and he can feel the tension radiating off her in waves. Carefully, he disentangles their bodies, rolling to his side and propping himself up on one elbow so that they're face-to-face. "Celia," he says softly, cupping her cheek with his free hand, "I know this is all new for both of us... but I want you to know that you can tell me anything, okay?"

"I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at him, feeling a strange mixture of emotions coursing through her. "But... I don't understand how this happened."

He smiles gently, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. "Love doesn't always make sense, Celia," he says softly. "Sometimes it just is."

He wipes away another tear with his free hand, careful not to hurt her as he does so. "I know it's scary, and maybe things are moving too fast for you... but I promise I won't push you into anything you aren't ready for." His thumb grazes across her cheekbones, tracing the outline of her jaw before coming to rest on her lips.

"I just want us to be together... that's all," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she thinks about what he's said. Despite everything that's happened between them, the feeling of being with him is still there... stronger than ever. Maybe, just maybe, there could be something more to it all. With a small sigh, she nods slightly, her lips brushing against his thumb. "I want that too," she whispers softly.

Her words send a shiver down his spine, and he can't help but smile tenderly. Leaning in closer, he presses their lips together in a chaste kiss that lasts for several heartbeats. "Good," he whispers against her mouth before pulling back to look at her once more. "Because I don't ever want us to be apart."

Without another word, he scoops her up into his arms and carries her over to the bed, laying down beside her and wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"I promise, I'll always keep you safe," he whispers, pressing his lips to her forehead before nuzzling into her neck. "And together... we can face anything." His heart races in his chest, the thought of losing her still fresh in his mind. But as she nestles closer, her body warm against his, a sense of peace washes over him. Maybe, just maybe, they really do have something special here.

He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply her scent, feeling her heartbeat against his chest. "I love you, Celia," he whispers, his voice barely audible even to himself. And as they lie there together, wrapped in each other's arms, Axel knows that this is where they belong: together, forever.

His eyes flutter shut, exhaustion washing over him like a wave as he listens to her steady breathing. He's never been more content, more at peace than he is right now, wrapped in her warmth and protected by her love. As sleep takes him under, his last thought before drifting off is that perhaps everything really does happen for a reason... and somehow, fate had brought them together.

Six years have passed since that fateful night, and Axel can't help but feel a sense of awe as he looks down at their daughter sleeping soundly in her crib. Miyabi is the perfect blend of them both: Celia's delicate beauty and his strength, all wrapped up in an innocent package. He smiles softly, brushing a stray hair from her forehead before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her cheek.

"Sorry," Axel chuckles, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her and looking over at his wife with a fond smile. "She's just so adorable, it's hard not to." He reaches out, taking Celia's hand in his and giving it a squeeze. "I love you, you know."

Celia blushes slightly, returning the squeeze with a small smile. "I love you too, Axel," she whispers, leaning into him.

Their eyes meet in the dim light, and Axel feels his heart race with a love so pure it threatens to overwhelm him. He leans down, pressing his lips against hers gently before pulling back with a sigh. "We've come a long way since that night," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion.

Celia nods in agreement, her hand moving to cradle his cheek as she studies his face. "I don't know where I'd be without you... or Miyabi."

Axel glances over at the sound of their daughter's voice, his heart swelling with love and pride. He looks back at Celia, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Neither would I," he whispers before leaning in to kiss her again, more passionately this time.

As they share the kiss, Axel knows that no matter what challenges may lie ahead of them, they'll face them together: as a family. And nothing could be stronger than that.

Axel chuckles, leaning back against the headboard as he watches them with fondness. "She's going to be a handful when she gets older," he remarks with a grin, already anticipating all the ways their daughter will continue to change and grow.

"I imagine Miyabi will keep us both on our toes for years to come," Celia replies with a laugh, nuzzling her daughter's soft skin. "But as long as we have each other, we can handle anything."

Axel grins, glancing at his watch. "Well, I suppose it's about that time," he says with a nod. "Why don't you two head downstairs while I get dressed and we can all have breakfast together?" He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up, stretching luxuriously before making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As Axel steps out of the bathroom, dressed in fresh clothes and ready to face the day, he's greeted by the sight of his family seated at the breakfast table. Miyabi is already digging into a plate of pancakes while Celia watches her with pride and amusement. The warmth that fills him at this moment can only be described as blissful contentment.

"There's my favorite little pancake enthusiast," he says, pulling out the chair beside Miyabi and sitting down. "

"Well, you already are very strong, Miyabi," Axel says with a proud smile as he helps himself to some pancakes. "And remember, being strong doesn't always mean being the biggest or the fastest. It means having courage and kindness... just like your mama." He winks at Celia, who blushes slightly and looks away.

"So," Axel continues as he takes a bite of his pancakes, "what do you want to be when you grow up, Mommy?"

"Well, if I must be serious," Axel says with a grin, "I think you'd make an amazing teacher... or maybe a doctor. You're always taking care of everyone else, and you have such patience." He glances at Miyabi, who is busy playing with her food. "You'd be great at that too," he adds with a wink.

Celia blushes again, looking down at the table as she chews her food.