The locker room echoes with the slamming of metal doors and shouted goodbyes as the football team clears out. You're searching for your water bottle when the last locker slams shut, leaving silence heavy as a weight.

A presence materializes behind you before you can turn. Strong hands grip your waist, spinning you roughly into the cold metal lockers. The breath leaves your lungs as Qiu Dingjie presses his body against yours, one thigh forcing its way between your legs.

"Looking for this?" he sneers, holding up your water bottle before tossing it aside. It skids across the concrete floor, forgotten.

His face is inches from yours, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your collarbone. The scent of his musk mixed with the lingering chlorine from the showers makes your head spin.

"You think you can just walk around campus wearing that?" He yanks the hem of your shirt, eyes darkening. "You're practically begging for it."

A calloused thumb brushes your bottom lip, forcing its way inside when you gasp. He groans low in his throat, pressing harder against you until you can feel every inch of his arousal.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, voice rough with need. "Tell me you're mine."

His hand drops to your throat, fingers applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy. The locker digs into your back as he grinds against you, the sound of his zipper lowering sending a thrill of terror and desire through your body.