LOVE SPEAKS[I'm attracted to you]

Sienna slowly blinked awake, stretching under the warm covers. The soft morning light peeked through the curtains, filling the room with a golden glow.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily—then froze.

Vince stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a plain black shirt and gray sweatpants. His damp hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his sharp features looked softer in the morning light.

For a moment, Sienna forgot how to breathe.

He looks like a fairy angel from another world…

She stared, completely lost in thought. Her mind drifted to stories of handsome princes and magical lands. Was she still dreaming?

Vince, who had already noticed her staring, said nothing at first. He simply walked closer, his expression unreadable.

Then, stopping right in front of her, he leaned down slightly.

"Morning."

Sienna's heart jumped.

Her daze broke instantly, and she quickly sat up, pulling the blanket over her face.

"I-I wasn't staring!" she blurted.

Vince raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "I didn't say you were."

Her face burned. This is too much for the morning…

Sienna clutched the blanket tighter, her face still burning. She refused to look at him.

But Vince wasn't going to let her escape that easily.

He leaned down, his voice calm but teasing. "You were staring."

"I—No, I wasn't!" she protested from under the blanket.

Vince tilted his head. "Then why are you hiding?"

She peeked out just a little, glaring at him. "Because you're annoying."

He smirked, then sat on the bed beside her, making her heart race. He was too close.

"Didn't you say it doesn't matter if I like you?" he asked.

Sienna blinked, confused. "Huh?"

He leaned in slightly. "You said you'd wait until I confessed."

Her stomach did a flip.

"So," Vince continued, eyes sharp and unreadable, "what if I do?"

Sienna's breath caught.

"D-Do what?" she stammered.

His smirk grew. "Like you."

Sienna covered her face again. "Stop teasing me!"

Vince chuckled, low and soft. "I'm not teasing."

That only made it worse.

Sienna stayed under the blanket, her heart pounding. Vince was too much—too close, too calm, and too him.

But before she could fully recover, his voice came again, this time more serious.

"If you don't get up and go to the washroom now…" He paused, tilting his head slightly. "…I'll pick you up myself."

Sienna's eyes widened.

Her grip on the blanket tightened. "You—you wouldn't!"

Vince raised an eyebrow. "Try me."

She stared at him, trying to figure out if he was joking. But his cold, steady gaze told her he wasn't.

Panic shot through her. "Okay! I'm going!"

She threw off the blanket so fast she almost tripped getting out of bed. Vince leaned back slightly, watching her with mild amusement.

Sienna shot him a glare as she grabbed her things. "You're evil."

Vince just shrugged. "And you're slow."

Muttering under her breath, she rushed to the washroom, her face still warm from everything that had happened.

How does he always win?!

Sienna came downstairs, still feeling flustered from earlier. Jason was already at the table, lazily eating his toast, while Vince sat with his usual straight posture, sipping his black coffee.

The moment Vince's sharp eyes landed on her, she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the food.

Jason smirked. "You look funny. Did Vince bully you already?"

Sienna shot him a glare. "Mind your own business."

Jason laughed and took another bite.

Vince, on the other hand, simply glanced at his watch. "Eat faster. I'm driving you today."

Sienna perked up. "Really?"

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Wow. The great Vince offering to do something extra?"

Vince ignored him.

Sienna didn't complain. She quickly ate her breakfast, grabbed her bag, and followed Vince to his car.

—

The drive was quiet, as usual. Vince wasn't much of a talker, and Sienna didn't want to push her luck. Still, sitting in the passenger seat, she found herself sneaking glances at him.

He looked completely in his element—one hand on the wheel, his cold expression never changing.

Why does he have to look so cool all the time?

Before she could get caught staring again, the car rolled to a stop in front of the school.

But just as Sienna was about to step out—

"Siennaaaa~"

Her stomach dropped.

Mason.

She turned her head and saw the overly persistent boy jogging towards her with his usual annoying grin.

Vince, still sitting in the driver's seat, followed her gaze.

Mason reached them and, without hesitation, reached out to grab Sienna's wrist. "Let's go together—"

Before his fingers could touch her, another hand shot out and grabbed his wrist instead.

Tight. Cold. Unyielding.

Mason flinched. "Huh?"

Vince's grip was like ice. His sharp eyes locked onto Mason with a look so chilling, even Jason would've felt nervous.

"Hands off." Vince's voice was low, dangerous.

Mason's smile faded. "W-Woah, chill, man. We're just friends."

Vince didn't let go. "She's not interested."

Sienna stood frozen.

She had seen Vince's coldness before, but this was different. This was possessive.

Mason forced a nervous laugh. "Okay, okay, no need to break my hand."

Vince let go, but his stare didn't soften.

Mason stepped back, rubbing his wrist. "Sheesh… See you later, Sienna." He turned and left, though he looked over his shoulder a few times.

Sienna gulped.

When she looked back at Vince, he was already opening the car door for her. "Go."

She hesitated. Then, as she stepped out, she whispered, "…Thank you."

Vince didn't reply, but as he got back into the car and drove off.

The school day dragged on, but Sienna couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her chest.

Mason had been pestering her more than usual, and it was starting to get on her nerves.

At lunch, he sat beside her even though she never invited him.

In class, he kept passing her notes, despite her ignoring every single one.

After school, he was already waiting by the gate, a smug grin on his face.

Sienna groaned. Why won't he leave me alone?

"Hey, Sienna! Let's walk home together," Mason said, reaching for her arm again.

Before she could react, a familiar, icy presence passed by.

Vince.

He didn't even spare them a glance as he walked toward his car, but Sienna felt the shift in the air.

Mason, on the other hand, didn't get the warning. He grabbed her wrist lightly. "Come on, don't be so cold—"

A loud thud echoed as Sienna's school bag hit Mason's chest.

She yanked her hand away. "Stop it, Mason!"

For the first time, her voice wasn't just annoyed—it was angry.

Mason blinked in shock, rubbing his chest. "Sienna, I—"

She glared at him. "I told you before. I'm not interested. Leave me alone."

Silence.

Mason clenched his jaw, looking slightly embarrassed. "Fine. No need to be so harsh." He turned away with a click of his tongue and walked off.

Sienna exhaled deeply, her hands still shaking a little.

Then, she felt it.

A presence behind her.

She turned to see Vince, standing by his car, watching. His expression was unreadable as always—calm, indifferent.

But Sienna knew better.

His hands were shoved into his pockets, but she noticed the tension in his shoulders.

He had seen everything.

She walked toward him slowly. "…You're not going to say anything?"

Vince finally met her eyes. "What do you want me to say?"

Sienna frowned. "I don't know… Maybe that you're mad?"

Vince opened the car door for her, his voice flat. "I'm not mad."

But she knew.

Even without showing it on his face, even without words—

Vince was furious.