The classroom was buzzing with the chatter of students, the teacher's voice a steady hum in the background as Violet stared blankly ahead. Her notebook lay open in front of her, but the page was untouched. Her thoughts were elsewhere, spiraling into the chaos that had become her life.

Elior sat beside her, his presence invisible to everyone else but palpable to her. He was fidgeting, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Violet, what's wrong with you?" her teacher's voice finally snapped her out of her daze.

Startled, she looked up. "Oh, uh, nothing, Professor. I'm just feeling a little sick," she stammered.

The professor gave her a scrutinizing look but eventually returned to the lecture. Violet sighed in relief, but Elior leaned closer, his voice a soft whisper.

"What's wrong, Kitten? You've been off all morning."

She didn't reply, glancing nervously around at her classmates. She couldn't exactly talk to Elior here people would think she'd lost her mind.

After class, as the students filed out, Gabe approached her. His easy confidence was evident in his stride, and Violet felt her stomach twist.

"Hey, Violet," he said, his tone laced with concern. "You, okay? You seemed a little out of it back there."

She forced a smile, hoping to end the conversation quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just need some rest."

But Gabe wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? You can talk to me, you know."

Before Violet could respond, Elior's voice growled low in her ear. "Why is he here again? Does he ever leave you alone?"

"Go away, Gabe," she said abruptly, turning and walking toward the parking lot.

Elior followed her, his voice filled with concern and frustration. "Violet, stop! Talk to me!"

She didn't stop until she found a quiet spot under a far tree. As she sat down, the weight of everything overwhelmed her, and tears began to fall.

"Kitten," Elior said softly, crouching beside her. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

She jerked away from his touch, her voice trembling. "Go away, Elior. You're just going to forget everything anyway. What's the point?"

Elior froze, her words cutting deeper than she realized. His voice was barely a whisper. "Forget what?"

"You even forgot that you kissed me," she said, her voice cracking. "You were my first kiss, Elior, and you don't even remember."

Before Elior could respond, Gabe appeared, concern etched on his face. "Violet? What's going on? Did someone upset you?"

She wiped her tears quickly, shaking her head. "Nothing's wrong, Gabe. Just leave me alone."

"Violet-"

"Don't ask me, Gabe!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Everyone leaves me behind. Nobody cares about me."

With that, she stormed off, ignoring Gabe's protests and Elior's calls.

At home, Violet went straight to her room, throwing her bag onto the bed before sitting down heavily. Her head was in her hands when she felt Elior's presence beside her.

"Violet," he said softly, "what was that? Why did you say something like that to Gabe?"

She didn't respond.

Elior's patience wore thin. He grabbed her shoulders gently but firmly, turning her to face him. "Look at me, Violet. You said we kissed. Did we?"

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she nodded. "Yes, we did. But it doesn't matter, Elior, because you don't remember."

Elior silenced her with a soft "Shh" before leaning closer. His lips captured hers in a tender kiss, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring the moment. Time seemed to stop, the world fading away until there was only them.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze locked with hers. "Violet, if I ever forget that I like you, I'll say it again and again. If I ever forget that I kissed you, I'll kiss you every day to remind myself that you're my first kiss. And every day, I'll feel it. I mean it, Violet. Trust me."

He kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring everything he couldn't put into words into the connection.

When he broke the kiss, he sat on the floor near her legs, wrapping his arms around his knees. Violet reached out, her fingers threading gently through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Elior," she whispered. "But it hurts me that you'll forget everything."

Elior leaned into her touch, his voice calm. "You created me, Violet. Then why don't you try to write a code that will make me remember everything?"

Her heart lifted slightly, a glimmer of hope piercing through the despair. "Elior," she said, her voice breaking as she stood and rushed to her laptop.

Before she could start typing, Elior was behind her, turning her to face him. His gaze was intense, a dark gleam in his eyes. "Let's do it tomorrow, Kitten. But before that, don't you think you have something to confess?"

Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. "What do you mean by that, Elior?"

He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, laying her gently on the bed. His voice was soft but commanding. "You ignored me all day. That deserves a punishment. And you talked to Gabe, even when I told you not to. That's two punishments, Kitten."

Her eyes widened, her stomach fluttering with nervous anticipation. "What? Elior, wait-"

But he was already on top of her, pinning her wrists gently but firmly above her head. His face hovered close to hers, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

"Shhh, Kitten," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You should've thought about this before breaking my rules."

His lips trailed from her collarbone to the soft curve of her neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. His lips found a spot just below her jaw, and he sucked gently until the skin turned a deep red.

"Now everyone will know you're mine," he whispered against her skin.

Her protests melted into soft sighs as he left another mark just below the first. She shivered beneath his touch, the mix of warmth and coolness overwhelming her senses.

When he finally pulled back, he studied his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. "Perfect," he said, his tone filled with quiet pride.

Violet's breath came in short gasps as she stared at him, her heart racing.

"Elior, please..."

"Shhh," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're mine, and I'll remind you of that every day if I have to."

As he settled beside her, his arms wrapping around her protectively, Violet's thoughts swirled. The fragile hope he had offered her was enough to keep her going, for now.