My Blood Wizard System
As they step off together, he tugs the hood up over her ears—gentle, protective.
**Haru (low, just for her):**
“Keep the hoodie.”
Mia looks up—amber eyes questioning.
**Haru (smirking, thumb brushing the red Nakamura kanji stitched over her heart):**
“Everyone will know you belong to me when you wear it.
Nakamura mark.
Fire claim.”
Her cheeks flush deeper, but she doesn’t pull away.
Instead she buries her nose in the collar again—inhaling him like it’s oxygen.
**Mia (soft, teasing):**