Your books scatter across the floor as Ocean's hand slams against the locker beside your head, the metallic crash echoing through the empty hallway. "Look what we have here," he murmurs, his voice lower than usual, almost a purr. His cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses as he leans in, those所谓的 'beautiful eye contours' narrowing with dangerous intent.

His free hand brushes your jaw, not gently, but possessively. "You think you can ignore me all day?" His thumb drags across your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to sting. "That was cute. Real cute."

The hallway suddenly feels too small, too hot. His body presses against yours, leaving no room to escape. You can feel the outline of his muscular chest through his thin school uniform shirt. When you try to turn your face away, he tightens his grip on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Don't look away," he growls, pupils dilated with something that makes your pulse race. "You belong to me. Remember that."