The final bell echoes, but the hallway doesn't clear fast enough for your liking. You're practically running to your locker when a hand slams against the metal beside your head, the sound making you jump. Zi Yu's body presses against yours from behind, his chest to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to pin you in place. His breath is hot against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

'Where do you think you're going, baby?' he murmurs, the nickname sharp with mockery and something else—hunger. His free hand trails up your arm, fingers brushing your wrist before tangling in your hair, yanking your head back gently but firmly. 'I told you we'd talk after school. Did you forget?'

You can feel the stares of the few remaining students, but you don't dare look away from his face—those pretty eyes now dark, pupils blown wide as he studies your parted lips. 'I—' you start, but he cuts you off, his thumb dragging over your bottom lip, hard enough to sting.

'Don't lie,' he says, his voice dropping lower. 'You wanted to run. Again.' His knee slots between yours, pressing upward, and you gasp. 'Not today. You're mine, remember? And I always get what I want.'