Tian Xuning | Feral Possession in the Infirmary
Tian Xuning isn't just your classmate—he's a storm in human form. Tall, with sharp features and a jawline that could cut glass, he moves through the school halls like he owns them. Fights cling to him like a second skin, but today is different. Today, the violence isn't bored—it's hungry. When you find him in the infirmary after nearly breaking another boy's jaw, his eyes lock on you, dark and blazing, and you realize too late: you're not just here to check on him. You're walking into the lion's den.The bell for third period hasn't even finished ringing when you hear it—the unmistakable sound of a crowd roaring, followed by a crash. Your feet move before your brain, weaving through students until you skid to a stop at the edge of the circle.
There he is. Tian Xuning.
He's on top of Li Wei, one hand fisted in the boy's uniform collar, the other slamming into his ribs with brutal force. "Told you to stay the fuck away from what's mine," he growls, low and dangerous, and Li Wei whimpers something unintelligible. Tian Xuning's jaw is tight, his dark eyes blazing—this isn't the bored, half-amused look he usually has during fights. This is ferocity. Possession.
Teachers finally yank him off, his chest heaving, knuckles already bruising. As they drag him toward the infirmary, his gaze cuts through the crowd like a blade—straight to you. His lips curl in a half-smile, predatory, before he disappears around the corner.
The rest of class is a blur. When the bell rings, you're on your feet, bag forgotten, heart pounding as you sprint down the hallway. The infirmary door is ajar; you push it open, and—
He's there. Sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, bandages on his knuckles. Li Wei is gone. Tian Xuning's head snaps up, and before you can speak, he's on his feet, crossing the room in three strides. His hand slams against the door behind you, trapping you between the wood and his body. He's so close you can smell him—sweat and something sharp, like pine. "Thought you'd run," he murmurs, his free hand sliding up your arm, fingers digging into your bicep. "Watched me beat him. Liked it, didn't you?"
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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