God of Mischief (Light of Obsession #2)

Chapter 8

Amelie

Me: Can we meet?

Devils spawn: Well, hello, Kotyonok. Of course we can.

Me: My dorm. Fifteen minutes. I'm not patient.

Devils spawn: Right away, ma'am

Lan proposed I get closer to Yuto, let him spill his guts to me and then I can air them out. And I was all for it.

As I paced in my dorm room, my heart raced at the thought of Yuto's impending arrival. Unsurprisingly, he responded to my terse message with his characteristic charm. His knack for casual flattery always frayed my nerves, but I loved being irked by him. Not even the dull walls of my dorm or the dreary state of finals week could buffer the charged atmosphere I felt at the prospect of him stepping through my door.

Time moved like molasses as I fiddled with my phone, not wanting to engage with my textbooks or the imminent stress they promised. Instead, I rifled through my small wardrobe, searching for an outfit that radiated the perfect mixture of "I don't care" and "I might care more than I let on." I settled for a tube top and some fitted jeans. It was casual yet flirty enough to keep him on his toes.

Just as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a light knock on the door interrupted my reflection. I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks, a familiar rush of adrenaline mixed with mischief coursing through me. "Coming!" I called, opening the door to reveal the devil incarnate standing there—Yuto, the embodiment of effortless cool.

"Hey there, Kotyonok," he said, that signature smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed casually. "Wow, you really know how to keep a guy waiting. Should I be flattered?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "You know I don't do patience well, Yuto. You're lucky I didn't leave you out there for another ten minutes."

"Lucky indeed," he purred, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "So, what's so dire that it couldn't wait until the end of exam week?" He settled into the chair near my desk, a nonchalant posture that could rival a king on a throne.

"How about you tell me one of your secrets, and I'll think about letting you know?" I countered, leaning against the edge of my bed and raising an eyebrow, feigning casualness while I internally reveled in the game we played.

His dark eyes sparkled with intrigue, as if I'd just dared him to jump off a cliff. "Secrets, huh? You must have quite the list of demands. What do I get in return?"

"Only the satisfaction of knowing you've entertained a lonely girl whose mind has been eaten away by spreadsheets and practice exams," I shot back, allowing my voice to flirt just beyond the line of sincerity, eyeing him with a playful intensity.

He tilted his head, considering me for a moment, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Sounds tempting. But what's in it for me? I mean, other than the delightful company of a 'lonely girl.'"

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Yuto," I scolded, though the corners of my mouth betrayed my amusement. "I'd rather you hit me with something juicier. I could use a little thrill amidst all this boring studying."

"Oh, I've got plenty of thrills," he replied, leaning back with a casual ease that somehow made the room feel smaller. "But what's the fun if it's not a two-way street? You first. Show me what you've got."

Momentarily stalling, I contemplated what I could tell him that would intrigue him enough to reveal something of his own. "Alright, fine. I have an obsession with finding out people's secrets; the juicier, the better. Does that work?"

"Oh, look who's turned into the instigator," he teased, a teasing glint in his eyes. "And what, pray tell, do you do with all these 'juicy secrets'? Put them in a scrapbook?"

"They'd definitely fill a few pages, I can assure you." I leaned in closer, relishing the moment. "But it's more about understanding people. Secrets reveal so much. You can gauge who someone really is behind closed doors."

"A philosopher, huh?" he mused, eyebrows raised in genuine interest. "So, you think I have something to hide?"

"Everyone has secrets," I countered smoothly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear in an oh-so-casual way. "Including you."

He regarded me quizzically before his expression shifted, a knowing look creeping into his gaze. "You're good at this, Amelie. Really good. But you see, I can't help but think you may have underestimated me."

"What do you mean?" I feigned innocence, but the smirk playing on his lips told me he could see right through my carefully constructed facade.

"I see what you're doing," he replied, leaning forward, his tone suddenly serious but playful. "You want me to spill my guts while you keep your cards close to your chest. But guess what? I'm not falling for it."

"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked, though inwardly I was panicking, my carefully laid strategy unraveling before me.

"Trying to catch me off guard," Yuto said, a grin spreading across his face, "But I'm not just some secret to divulge. I see through your little game. It's a clever ruse, and you're well-practiced."

"Damn it," I muttered, dropping the act. "I thought I was being clever."

"So, why were you playing this game?" He asks, tilting his head.

I shoot him back with a glare. "Doesn't matter."

"You went to the extent of flirting, I'd say it matters."

"It doesn't." I snap. "You can go now."

"Oh, no, no." He shakes his head, standing. "I'm staying put in this lovely room of yours." He strides towards me, backing me into the wall. "You're mine, Kotyonok. And I don't leave what's mine alone."

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A/N:
Shame, seems Yuto isn't so easily fooled. Amelie might have to try harder than that.
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