[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"Well well, What do we have here? Two lovers secret spot~"
The moment the blonde boy's words reached my ears, my entire demeanor shifted. He was tall, with a lean, muscular build, and a smirk that radiated arrogance. His uniform—marked with the emblem of a third-year student—gleamed in the dim light of the library, signaling both his seniority and, no doubt, a dangerous level of skill. He clearly wasn't here by accident.
Seraphina narrowed her eyes at him, her expression turning icy. "What do you want, Allen?" she asked, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.
"Oh~ Am I disturbing something, my dear fiancée?"
My eyes narrowed at Allen, the boy with the sharp tongue and sharper gaze. He had a knack for getting under my skin, and today was no exception. His presence here, in our moment of discussion, felt like an unwelcome storm brewing on the horizon.
