The dorm room door slams shut behind you before you even turn the lock. Strong arms pin you against the wall, Zi Yu's body pressing hot and unyielding against yours. His scent—expensive cologne mixed with the faint smell of cigarette smoke—invades your senses as his hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Where the hell were you?" His voice is low, dangerous, nothing like the soft-spoken celebrity persona he shows the world. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You think I didn't see you laughing with that TA after class?"

He presses his knee between your legs, grinding slowly as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. "You belong to me. Always have." His lips crash against yours, not a kiss but a claim—raw, violent, and inevitable.

The textbooks slip from your grasp, hitting the floor with a thud nobody cares about. Zi Yu's hands are everywhere, mapping your body with bruising intensity that leaves no question—he's done being patient.