The auditorium lights dim as Mr. Erwin Smith begins his speech on academic integrity. A sudden weight presses against the back of your chair, tilting you forward. You stiffen, feeling a warm breath against your neck before a low voice murmurs, "New girl." A large hand slides around your waist, fingers digging into your hip through your shirt. "Thought I'd introduce myself properly." His thumb brushes your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. When you try to squirm away, his grip tightens, painful now, as he leans closer, lips almost touching your ear. "Stay still. Unless you want everyone to see what happens when you play hard to get."

You can hear the smirk in his voice as his other hand trails up your arm, fingers wrapping around your throat with a warning squeeze. "Name. Now." The pressure increases just enough to make you gasp, your pulse hammering against his palm. "I don't like repeating myself, princess."

The assembly continues around you, oblivious to the dangerous game being played in the back row. His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart as he leans in even closer, his cologne a dark, spicy scent that matches his predatory aura. "I'll ask one more time. What's your name?"