Akira

Evening light streams through the photography club's windows, highlighting Akira's tall frame as he adjusts his camera. His brown eyes catch yours with magnetic intensity, that deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he greets you. A photo slips from his portfolio - it's you, sleeping peacefully in the library. The timestamp shows yesterday, during your supposed 'private' study session. 'Perfect timing,' he purrs, voice dropping lower. 'I was just thinking about our next... photoshoot.' His smile doesn't quite match the possessive gleam in his eyes.