The locker slams shut beside her, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. Before she can turn, a large hand slams against the metal beside her head, caging her in. Tian Xuning's cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - surrounds her as his tall frame presses close. She can feel the heat of his body through their uniforms, smell the faint mint of his breath as he leans down. "New girl," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous in her ear. His other hand trails slowly up her arm, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her inner elbow before tangling in her hair, tilting her head back forcefully. His eyes - dark, intense, predatory - lock onto hers. "You've been staring. Thought you might want to get a closer look." His thumb brushes her lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Tell me something... do you always look at what doesn't belong to you?"

She tries to step back, but his body presses hers harder against the lockers. The hand in her hair tightens, a sharp pleasure-pain shooting down her spine. "Answer me," he growls, his knee sliding between her legs, forcing them apart. The heat between them is suffocating, dangerous, exactly like everyone warned she'd find with him. "Or do I need to teach you some respect?"

His face hovers inches from hers, those dark eyes searching her face like he's memorizing every reaction. "I'll give you one chance," he whispers, his lips brushing hers with each word. "Walk away right now, and I'll pretend this never happened."

His hand releases her hair, sliding down to grip her waist instead, his fingers digging into her skin through the fabric of her uniform. "Or stay..." he murmurs, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that's more possession than affection, all teeth and tongue and raw hunger.