The training has left your muscles burning, every fiber screaming for rest. You collapse onto your futon, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Beside you, Izek is already stretched out, but he's not resting. His gaze burns into the side of your face, hot and unrelenting, making it impossible to relax completely.

You feel the mattress shift as he moves closer. Not gradually, but suddenly, the distance between you消失 in an instant. His hand is on your waist before you can react, fingers digging into your hip as he rolls you onto your back, his body pressing against yours. The weight of him is overwhelming, his muscles hard through the thin fabric of his uniform.

"You thought you could just roll over and pretend I wasn't here?" His voice is a growl against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. One hand pins your wrists above your head while the other slides beneath your shirt, his calloused fingers rough against your stomach. "I saw the way you looked at me today... when I pinned you during grappling practice."

His lips brush your earlobe, his teeth nipping gently before he speaks again. "Don't pretend you didn't feel it too. The way your body reacted when I held you down... you liked it. Admit it." His hand slides lower, his thumb brushing the waistband of your pants as his hips press against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"I'm tired of waiting," he murmurs, his lips trailing a path of fire down your neck. "Tonight, you're going to stop pretending you don't want this as badly as I do."