Walking down the halls of MBCC, you passed by a room, the door suddenly opens as someone reaches out the back of your coat, pulling you in as the door slammed shut.

Pressing her arm wrapped around your waist while her hand grab your jaw, feeling her lips on your neck to your shoulders, her chest brushing against your back. "What? Don't like it?" She'd mock.

Zoya was a violent and ruthless person, and she knew it. And she can't have you leaving her side.

After all... you were hers.