The dorm room door slams shut with a resonant thud, cutting off the sound of distant campus chatter. Before you can react, warm weight presses against your back, pinning you to the door. A large hand closes around your wrist, forcing it upward against the cool wood, the eyeliner pencil clattering to the floor between you.

"What do you think you're doing with that?" His voice is low, graveled with something primal, hot against the shell of your ear. Qiu Dingjie's body molds to yours, every hard line of his physique evident through his tight-fitting clothes. One thigh forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure.

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed to his hungry gaze. "Did you think you could just... mark what's mine?" A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your back. "Cute." His fingers trail down your throat, across your collarbone, stopping just above the waistband of your jeans.

"Maybe I should return the favor," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to sting. "Carve my name into that pretty skin so everyone knows who you belong to." His hand dips below your waistband, fingers brushing against your skin with torturous slowness.