He was a bad, bad boy whose genius surpassed everyone in Kirisaki Daichi High. He was also evil and handsome, a talented basketball player.
I am talking about Hanamiya Makoto, the Uncrowned General, of course.
Makoto was aware of everything people said about him, smirking whenever he heard whispers about his dirty play, sadism and talent for causing trouble. He mostly ignored his fangirls but, every now and then, Makoto would look at them with those dark eyes of his, smirking as if he knew which thoughts were running through their minds.
But he did not have his pretty eyes set on them. Those grey depths were set on mine and I did not plan on letting them look at another in the same, intense way. I loved him. Makoto was amazing even though he was an evil genius and he needed to work on his personality, but he was different when we were alone.
Makoto's kisses were always passionate, bruising and breathtaking, his hands possessive and firm but also gentle and soft. When he gave me that one special smile, a smile reserved just for me, I could not help but lose my head.
With every single thing he did, Makoto stole my breath. He stole my very heart and soul and...
I wouldn't mind if he shattered me to pieces.