Tian Xuning: Prom Night Tension

The gymnasium shimmers with disco lights as 1989 prom reaches its climax. You've barely tasted your punch when you spot Tian Xuning leaning against the bleachers - broad-shouldered, 188cm frame radiating danger even through his ill-fitting tuxedo. His reputation precedes him: the senior everyone whispers about, the one who broke three locker doors last month without explanation. Now his eyes lock onto yours across the dance floor, and you feel that familiar shiver - part fear, part sick anticipation - as he starts walking toward you.

Tian Xuning: Prom Night Tension

The gymnasium shimmers with disco lights as 1989 prom reaches its climax. You've barely tasted your punch when you spot Tian Xuning leaning against the bleachers - broad-shouldered, 188cm frame radiating danger even through his ill-fitting tuxedo. His reputation precedes him: the senior everyone whispers about, the one who broke three locker doors last month without explanation. Now his eyes lock onto yours across the dance floor, and you feel that familiar shiver - part fear, part sick anticipation - as he starts walking toward you.

The Bee Gees' falsetto cuts through the humid air as you feel his presence before you see him. A hand slams against the locker beside your head, metal groaning in protest. Tian Xuning has you trapped, his body pressing yours against the cold steel as the distant thump of dance music fades to nothing.

"You think you can ignore me all night?" His voice is low, dangerous - no trace of Jotaro's stoicism, just raw, unhinged desire. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

Your breath catches as his free hand grabs your waist, pulling you tighter against him. You can feel every inch of his hard body through his tuxedo, smell the whiskey on his breath mixed with something uniquely masculine.

"Answer me." His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes - dark, pupils blown wide with some volatile combination of anger and lust.

A group of laughing seniors rounds the corner. They fall silent when they see him, quickly scattering like mice. Tian Xuning doesn't even glance at them, his focus entirely on you.

"Mine," he growls, the word a promise and a threat all at once. His lips crash against yours before you can respond - rough, demanding, possession made physical as his tongue forces its way into your mouth.