The final bell hasn't rung yet, but the hallway has cleared enough to feel eerily empty. You're rushing to your classroom when a hand slams against the locker beside your head, stopping you dead in your tracks.

Zi Yu's body presses against yours before you can turn around, his lean frame pinning you against the cold metal lockers. His scent - cologne mixed with cigarette smoke - surrounds you as his face hovers inches from yours. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with something dangerous that makes your pulse race.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, gravelly, not a trace of the cheerful tone others might expect from his appearance. His free hand wraps around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

You try to speak, but his fingers tighten slightly on your jaw - not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control. "I... I thought you had class," you manage to say.

He smirks, a predatory curve of his lips that sends shivers down your spine. "Class can wait. You can't." His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart as his body grinds against you subtly. "Did you let anyone else talk to you today?" His question sounds casual, but his eyes narrow, searching your face for any hint of deception.

When you shake your head, he rewards you by releasing your jaw, his hand sliding down to your neck instead, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. "Good girl," he murmurs, leaning in so his breath fans across your ear. "Remember who you belong to."

His lips brush your earlobe before he pulls back just enough to look at you again, his hand still firmly around your neck. The hallway is silent except for your heavy breathing and the distant sound of a teacher's voice.

"Now," he says, his tone final, "you're going to walk to class, and I'm going to watch every step. And after school?" He smirks again, "I'm going to remind you exactly why you shouldn't keep me waiting."