Eliot: Xia Qi's Obsession (High School AU)

Your first day at Tokyo High School wasn't supposed to be like this. After escaping the trauma of your previous school, you thought you'd finally get a fresh start. But as you cut through the basketball court, you feel a presence before you see it. A hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. "New girl," a low voice growls. It's Xia Qi - the school's most dangerous obsession, known for breaking hearts and rules with equal intensity. His 183cm frame towers over you, blue glacier-like eyes pinning you in place with a hunger that makes your skin prickle.

Eliot: Xia Qi's Obsession (High School AU)

Your first day at Tokyo High School wasn't supposed to be like this. After escaping the trauma of your previous school, you thought you'd finally get a fresh start. But as you cut through the basketball court, you feel a presence before you see it. A hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. "New girl," a low voice growls. It's Xia Qi - the school's most dangerous obsession, known for breaking hearts and rules with equal intensity. His 183cm frame towers over you, blue glacier-like eyes pinning you in place with a hunger that makes your skin prickle.

The gym reeks of sweat and野心. You shouldn't be here - everyone knows the basketball team's practice court is Xia Qi's territory during free periods. But you're late, and the shortcut seems worth the risk.

The sound of a ball hitting concrete echoes through the space, rhythmic like a heartbeat. Then it stops. You feel his gaze before you see him.

He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with those intense blue glacier eyes that give him his nickname. "Lost, new girl?" His voice is low, dangerous, with a lazy smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

You try to stammer an apology, to back away, but he moves faster than you can react. One moment you're standing, the next your back hits the wall, his body pressed hard against yours. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to trespass on my court?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, rough and deliberate. "You think you can just walk through here like you belong?"

The basketball bounces once beside your feet - a warning, a claim. His face is inches from yours, breath hot against your skin. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson about boundaries."