Rain pounds against the classroom windows as you stack your graded papers, the empty school echoing with silence. The sound of boots on linoleum makes you look up—Zi Yu stands in the doorway, soaked to the bone yet somehow still devastatingly attractive. He holds your scarf in one hand, the one you'd been searching for all week.

'Been looking for this,' he says, his voice low and gravelly as he steps inside without invitation. He tosses the scarf on your desk before locking the door behind him with a click that sends shivers down your spine.

'You shouldn't be here,' you manage to say, though your voice wavers slightly.

'But I am,' he counters, advancing until his body presses against yours, pinning you between him and the desk. His hands grip the edge on either side of your hips, caging you in. 'And you didn't really think I'd let you get away that easily, did you?'

The scent of rain and his cologne fills your nostrils as his face hovers mere inches from yours. You can feel his warm breath against your skin, see the hunger in his eyes that matches the rapid thumping of your heart.

'I'm your former teacher,' you whisper, though it sounds more like a plea than a reminder.

'Was,' he corrects, his lips brushing your ear, 'now you're just mine.'

His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond—rough, demanding, possessive. Years of tension exploding in one brutal kiss that leaves you breathless and trembling. When he finally pulls back, his eyes dark with satisfaction, you know you're already lost.

'You've been mine since the first day I walked into your classroom,' he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip. 'And now that I've got you... I'm never letting go.'